welcome to the periphery

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by Paula Modersohn-Becker

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every morning i wake up & get my coffee & i recite in my head this excerpt from ‘invitation,’ by mary oliver:  “it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.” & i just say it over & over again until it sticks to my mind for the rest of the day. it is a serious thing. i am alive. i am so lucky. this fresh morning i get the chance to live again & again & again

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after a long day of fighting the cruel & broken world? “should anyone be surprised if sometimes, when the white moon rises, women want to lash out with a cutting edge?” mary oliver. mother of my heart. you knew all. 

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dos | víctor m. alonso

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may 2019

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“moonlit anklet / ivory charm / memory wears”

— Greg Sellers, contemporary haiku journal entry, 26 May 2019

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Pond & Waterfall, Barbara Hammer, 1982.

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“I inherited this longing. I was addicted to it. And so I was at home with those who wanted and never had enough. I was at home in the places that could never be. The places found only in dreams.”

— Hannah Lillith Assadi, from Sonora (Soho Press, 2017)

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Josef Sudek,  A Summer Shower in the Magic Garden, 1954-59

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Laura Ward, There’s a new place I go to think. Not encased by walls, but lined by trees, 2015

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“Everything fits my body perfectly now that I’m about to disappear.”

— Frederick Seidel, from “The Last Poem in the Book,” Poems: 1959-2009 Farrar, straus, and Giroux, 2009))

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“Then a sudden scatter of summer rain is your tongue. Then a butterfly paused on a trembling leaf is you breath. Then the gauzy mist relaxed on the ground is your pose. Then the fruit from the cherry tree falling on grass is your kiss, your kiss.”

— Carol Ann Duffy, from “Absence,” Rapture (Macmillan, 2005)