c.j. dexter

poet. author. wandering soul.

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Toni Morrison in 2008 [Damon Winter/The New York Times]

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“I have a habit of falling in love with souls who have yet to be at peace with their bodies, their minds, their weaknesses. I try to build them, to find the parts of them that are missing in me. I end up with holes in my chest.”

— Farah Gabdon

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“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.”

— James Baldwin, Notes of a Native Son

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Untitled © Peter Solarz

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1994

2pac

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Fatoumata Diawara

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Leonard Bernstein at Chopin’s piano in Warsaw

[cjdexter]

i’ve known a life where canvases have crashed into one another. where god broke himself from the eyes of humanity. where hummingbirds sipped nectar. and snakes. poison. i’ve known a life that is hard yet beautiful. fading. and constant. a life that is... bound. holy. and free. | duality ii

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remember the last love.

Book: Golden Milk by C.J. Dexter

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“I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.”

— Maya Angelou, from Letter to My Daughter