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"I am rooted, but I flow." —Virginia Woolf

[brennatwohy]

“We have built cathedrals out of spite and splintered bone, of course they aren’t pretty, nothing holy ever is.”

— Brenna Twohy, from Swallowtail  (via buttonpoetry)

[buttonpoetry]

“The trick is to keep moving. If I stop my mind settles. We don’t want to sink. Being higher is a hurdle we can leap over.”

— Raych Jackson, from Even The Saints Audition 

[asapwalky]

[lifeinpoetry]

a thought: I should not treat poems like subtweets. / not, like, every poem, but the white space, the caesura, the way my wanting breathes through just so – you taught me that. warm exhale and gentle hands, turning the page without creasing it, stars blurry with laughter and cheap wine. / okay, so every poem.

— Natalie Lim, from “how do you tell someone you’ve written a poem about them?” published in honey & lime

[lifeinpoetry]

                                                       My life, standing still despite this fact                        is, too, an act of defiance.                                                It is not the moon’s light that demands our praise

                                       but the distance it travels                                                                                to reach us.

— Natalie Wee, from “Asami Writes to Korra for Three Years,” published in wildness

[lifeinpoetry]

“We don’t talk enough about why we discard the people we do in our lives. I say no out of habit. Then it becomes practice. It becomes the sky.”

— Catherine Chen, from “Ritual, June 23rd,” published in Poets Resist

[lifeinpoetry]

what is going home but another blind date another chore another night out on the town

what is a hotel but a beautiful kennel what is lonely but beautiful the mind but an echo chamber a poem a candid confession

— nina jane drystek, from “two weeks ago a man died,” published in chaudiere books

[lifeinpoetry]

Hungry is the way I speak. The accent of my mother’s               mother, thinking growing up meant better. Better meant this destiny: fulfilling a purpose               with eyes. Scars. Hands. Tongue on skin,               safe but for the back of me.

— Tamara Jobe, from “Easy,” Hag

[twitblr]

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[liberal-memes]

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[buttonpoetry]

“There are still, in the end, atoms shivering between us. In this way none of us ever really touch.”

— Michael Lee, from The Only Worlds We Know

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…the sweet bloom of seduction,”

— Velimir Khlebnikov, from Collected Poems & Selected Writings; “Everland,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“We discovered truth in the garden / in the shy glance of a nameless flower / and found existence in one infinite moment,”

— Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of. F. F.; “The Conquest of the Garden,”

[buttonpoetry]

“The only way we know how to bury our dead is with blood, or sweat, or sex or anything pouring from wet skin to signify we were here.”

— Hanif Abdurraqib, “At the House Party Where We Found Out  Whitney Houston Was Dead”

[the-book-diaries]

“Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they’ve got to come. You can’t force them.”

— D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Even if there were gods / what could they do about love?”

— Linda Gregg, from In The Middle Distance: Poems; “Even If The Gods Look Down,”

[liberal-memes]