It may as well be at your pretty hands

Paula | she/they | XXIV | and if I’ve got to suffer,

[geryone]

i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer

[cithaerons]

Leila Chatti, Morcellation

[blackcontemporaryart]

“That’s the best thing about language: every time you use a word you are summoning so many other things—all the times that word has ever been used. I know this sounds a little psychedelic, but maybe I have an ancestor one hundred years ago who used this word that I choose to write now. What does it mean that everything that we are writing is recycled? Words are full of ghosts. Poetry is full of ghosts.”

— Morgan Parker

[feral-ballad]

When death beats its wings at the window I hope I am not standing alone in the kitchen with a cup and a hairbrush, watching doves on a wire. I want to curl up in that dim, disordered bed where all my loves lie, elbow to cheek; I want the brief reprieve as the angel who came for me pauses, uncertain, trying to distinguish one breath from another.

Kim Addonizio, from Wild Nights: New & Selected Poems; “Beds”

[tallahasseemp3]

"Can the absence of words tell a story? Like a pattern in lace, the holes as important as the threads?"

Eden Robins, Remember You Will Die

[baldursyourgate]

out of context minthara

[geryone]

We Interrupt This Broadcast, Gregory Orr

[inkpressedpetals]

[phaggotetta]

fuck being an idgafier i've decided to love forever

[inkpressedpetals]

conversations with a ghost.

[inkpressedpetals]

[inkpressedpetals]

[rotgospels]

Anonymous love letter between two twelfth-century nuns, Translated by Peter Dronke in Medieval Latin and the rise of European Love-Lyric, II.  

[marbleboa]

something from nothing

[laterkiss]

i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies

[inkpressedpetals]

[proustitute]

“and this [ ruinous god [ I swear did not love [ but now because [ and the reason neither [ nothing much [”

— Sappho, fragment translated by Anne Carson in If Not, Winter