Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars
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Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars
““When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with. The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.” All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone. And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.””
— Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech (via jillymomcraftypants)
“I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.”
— Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea
Forugh Farrokhzad, ‘The Sun Rises’, in Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad tr. Sholeh Wolpé
Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962-2012
Italo Calvino, “The Odysseys Within The Odyssey,” tr. Jonathan Cape
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
Jonice Webb, Running on Empty: Overcome Your Childhood Emotional Neglect
“Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?”
— Charles D’Ambrosio, The Dead Fish Museum: Stories
Chelsea Dingman, Through a Small Ghost
Seraphine Saintclair, “I Ask the Sea”
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Patricia Jabbeh Wesley, from “Healing Will Come: Elegy after Natural Disaster.” [ID in alt text]
you leap into my arms, cat raised in the warm belly of the sun.
you jump easily without strain. no matted fur, red eyes.
a truly good thing.
and I can see the ending all the way from the beginning. the way frost gathers at the birth of november.
the emptiness I'll feel. the lightness in your chest.
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Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson