like weathering wood in a room of empty pianos.

Ces bouquets de fleurs qui partent a la recherche d'un coeur et ne trouvent qu'un vase.

[weltenwellen]

Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark

[yourtryhard]

[expressions-of-nature]

Moonrise over The Temple of Poseidon, Greece by Thanassis Economou

[aloyhh]

My nervous system wasn’t built for any of this

[soracities]

“We lose June. We lose July. In August we look in mirrors and want to die.”

— Kim Addonizio, from ‘The Women’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems

[immuno-deactivated20240319]

it’s because you’re always in that damn hole that resembles the grave but isn’t

[deputychairman]

“I mean, things are going to happen all the time. The unendurable happens. People we love and we can’t live without are going to die. We’re going to die. One day we’re going to have to leave our children and die, leave the plants, and the bunnies, and the sunlight, and the rain and all that. I mean it’s unendurable. Art knows that. Art holds that knowledge. All art holds the knowledge that we’re both living and dying at the same time. It can hold it. And thank God it can because nothing out in the capitalistic corporate world is going to shine that back to us, but art holds it.”

— Marie Howe, interviewed by Krista Tippett for On Being (via bostonpoetryslam)

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Green, Green is My Sister's House”, A Thousand Mornings

[eymurn]

going on a walk will save you again and again and again and again and

[cia-o]

felt ok but then remembered

[weltenwellen]

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[letterful]

Is it starting to rain? Did the check bounce? Are we out of coffee? Is this going to hurt? Could you lose your job? Did the glass break? Was the baggage misrouted? Will this go on my record? Are you missing much money? Was anyone injured? Is the traffic heavy? Do I have to remove my clothes? Will it leave a scar? Must you go? Will this be in the papers? Is my time up already? Are we seeing the understudy? Will it affect my eyesight? Did all the books burn? Are you still smoking? Is the bone broken? Will I have to put him to sleep? Was the car totaled? Am I responsible for these charges? Are you contagious? Will we have to wait long? Is the runway icy? Was the gun loaded? Could this cause side effects? Do you know who betrayed you? Is the wound infected? Are we lost? Will it get any worse?

— JEANNE MARIE BEAUMONT, “Afraid So.”

[flintyfae]

i wish you could know me

willing and able by noah kahan. handcut collage by me.

[absurdityof]

“I felt very sad so I sat down. I felt so sad that I rested my head on my own knees and smoothed my own head. I felt so sad I couldn’t imagine feeling any other way again. I said, I don’t like this. I don’t want to do this anymore. And I went back to lying in bed, just before the doorbell rang.”

— Jamaica Kincaid, from “What Have I Been Doing Lately,” At the Bottom of the River (via lifeinpoetry)

[archbudzar]

the light always returns

[marypickfords]

Lake Mungo (Joel Anderson, 2008)

[weltenwellen]

Alex Dimitrov, “Poem Written in a Cab”, Love and Other Poems