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Erika L. Sánchez, “Circles", Lessons on Expulsion
Ocean Vuong, “A Letter to my Mother that She Will Never Read” The New Yorker, May 2017
What did I expect?
To leave a hemorrhage of violets wherever I walked?
No. A lost son is called prodigal. A lost daughter is just called lost.
— Emily Rose Cole, from “Persephone Returns,” Love & a Loaded Gun
— Nizar Qabbani, ‘What Love Can Do’, from Arabian Love Poems: Full Arabic and English Texts (via lunamonchtuna)
Delmira Agustini, from a poem titled "Unspeakable," featured in The Selected Poems of Delmira Agustini
on childhood
Gillian Flynn / ? / Clementine von Radics / @/heavensghost / Li-Young Lee / Gillian Flynn / Oscar Wilde / Nicola Yoon / Rachel McKibbens
I am a child of the sun…and an enemy of cities; there is more in my heart than you know of.
– Lord Dunsany, from “Blagdaross,” A Dreamers Tales and Other Stories (Modern Library, 1917)
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June Jordan, “Poem Number Two on Bell’s Theorem, or The New Physicality of Long Distance Love”
— Rebecca Tamás, from “Witch.”
[ Text ID: What crimes have you enacted? / Love makes me forget myself sometimes. / I am horribly angry, I am sick with it, ]
Richard Siken, The Stag and the Quiver
[text ID: Everything is a target, says the hunter. No matter where you look. / The hunter’s son says nothing, and closes his eyes. end ID]
— Jean Rhys, from “Wide Sargasso Sea.”
[Text: "If I was bound for hell let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and I hate you. We'll see who hates best. But first, first I will destroy your hatred. Now. My hate is colder, stronger, and you'll have no hate to warm yourself. You will have nothing." End text]
start here, caitlyn siehl // untitled, fortesa latifi // rien ne va plus, margarita karapanau (trans. karen emmerich) // black iris, leah raeder // the thorn merchant, yusuf komunyakaa // monster movie, nicola maye goldberg // a key to common lethal fungi, marge piercy // give me a god i can relate to, blythe baird // crimson peak, dir. guillermo del torro (2014) // the house of hades, rick riordan.
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— WENDELL BERRY, “A Meeting.”