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“All summer I’ve been watching your calves as they meet the backs of your knees that you give me to smooth with cool Noxzema cream from that blue expired jar.”
— Nicholas Rombes, from “Vinesburg, Ohio,” 3:AM Magazine (28 August 2020)
“I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.”
— Ernest Hemingway
Wilhelmina Barns-Graham (1912-2004) | Atlantic Squall No 2
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We’ll meet again
I will be among, in a way I haven’t been before. It’s a new thing to be among: all my life I’d thought my only choice was to be extraordinary, as if to compensate for some lack. There is freedom in failure; I know that—how could I think otherwise after living with the body’s collective breakdown? Maybe it’s art enough to try to build a life against that breakdown. Maybe that’s enough.
— Paul Lisicky, from Later: My Life at the Edge of the World
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“Like summer thunderstorms you put the ecstasy back in my sadness.”
— Molly Kirschner, from “Love Poem #17,” Notes for Further Research (Anaphora Literary Press, 2017)
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself