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Seems about right.

From Grover and Everything in the Whole Wide World Museum (1974). Illustration by Joe Mathieu.

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Careful Mountain by Sara June Woods

Cover art: Collage About Missing You by Sara June Woods.

Interior & Exterior design by Sara June Woods.

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“When I see a whale I call it girl. I look at it in its eye as big as my fist & call it girl like I have nothing left in me. Everything I found when I left Sea-Witch was colored like whale, covered in whale. I looked upon the landscape & called it girl, with its girl-colored mountains, its whale-colored dirt. When I look at myself I can’t see what I look like.”

New Sea-Witch up at patreon

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Last night I stayed up until 5 am binging Grey’s Anatomy and then I fell asleep and had this dream.

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“I am not a creature that was born. I am a fire that was set.”

— Moss Angel The Undying, from Sea-Witch Vol. 2: Girldirt Angelfog (via lifeinpoetry)

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“Dear Juniper, I keep trying to put the time our eyes locked together back into the present but somehow it is on a separate mesa from me & the gorge is filled with different parts of weird donkeys & my hands aren’t touching things right anymore. I just want to make sure we look the same still, or like a version of some resurrectable thing I might still see tonight if I were to go outside at this late hour, which I know I won’t. Juniper, the math just doesn’t work out. When can we live like we’re always about to get on an airplane? As it is we keep holding hands with ourselves like there isn’t a word for love, but there is & it’s so easy to spell. I tried to send you the last letter I wrote you, but it was returned with all kinds of extra stamps I didn’t put there originally & it smelled like a vitamin store. If the lake goes under we’re all going down with it & that’s just how things are, right? Yesterday I bought fifty feet of chicken wire & today I returned fifty feet of chicken wire. I think I’m just spinning my wheels until you make the stars turn back to the colors they were when I was in grade school & you weren’t even a thing to speak of. Or maybe you’re older. What I mean is that we used to be able to conquer worlds like touching a little anthill & now it feels like we’ve charted the gaps inside of us to the point that it’s obvious where the darts would go. Just tell me it’s impossible for someone to stop being invincible later on after starting out that way. I’m just spitballing here but what if we cleaned our glasses? Maybe there are some careful mountains out there that aren’t on fire, but are just smoking a bit. No, wait, Juniper, forget all that, because I want to set everything we do to organ music & put red velvet on all the floors. You know, we could lay in the grass & touch our teeth to rocks. I’ll sell my car & burn the money in our hot air balloon torch & you can drop out of school to read tarot. We’ll roll the sleeves on our t-shirts up a little bit & kiss in front of people we haven’t met, Juniper! There are too many sandboxes to push our hands in for us to be this out of it & that’s wrong. I’m tired of pushing against my boundaries like there isn’t light slipping in from everywhere all the time & those cracks are us-shaped. If I can touch the skin on the back of your hand & move it I’ll light every lamp in your hair & that’s a real promise. Love, XXXXXXX”

— Sara June Woods, “Dear Juniper,” (via whisperthatruns)

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“You are a tiny lake without a hole to sit in. Someday we will marry. Someday our beautiful rain- haired children will play on you while we stand by, blowing into our fists. I could give you a medal. You could be a pony on a beach.”

{Sara June Woods}

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Sara June Woods, “Trans Memoir 8”

Everything was lava for a while, really. This was before Sea-Witch, & everything was on fire & lava & I was on fire & lava myself, being one small part, one aspect of that everything. A lot of sensations have been compared to burning, like the feeling you get in your lungs when holding your breath too long. A lot of what happened then took place in my lungs, which are two parallel sites of construction & destruction of atmosphere. Lava began to feel very atmospheric.

There is a story, many stories actually, told among those in Sea-Witch about a girl who tried to cool with her mouth the lava around another girl. One of these stories ends with the destruction of lava as a concept. Another ends with her lying in a field of grass, holding a living creature she has vowed to care for in whatever ways she can. This sense of care goes on to flow outward from her & envelops every living thing, & every living thing cares for & respects every other living thing. Care is a desired ending, but one that cannot be obtained without an intense, even violent, period of restructuring.

Verse Daily poem of the day February 23, 2017 via Black Warrior Review

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“I want to admit now I am a dirt-eater, & one without anything left to stand for. I want to admit now I am possibly an angry sea”

— dear hairless problem, yr various hairlessnesses, sara june woods (via i-burn-i-pine-i-perish)

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“We are forests that forgot we were forests & started kissing, pressing our walnut trees so close they would crack.”

— Sara June Woods, from Careful Mountain (via bostonpoetryslam)

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Sea-Witch v.3: Mare Piss Superkill coming June 27th

from 2fast2house press <3

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“I fucking love this whole weird project.”

- Imogen Binnie, author of Nevada

“Moss Angel is a writer of a different feather. Her work is special and strange and defiant—open yourself up to Sea-Witch, it’s some otherworldly poignant shit you didn’t know you needed.”

- Sung Yim, author of What About the Rest of Your Life Sea-Witch v.3: Mare Piss Superkill is now up for preorder.