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weltenwellen

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

typewriter-worries

[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]

theorangepdf

dictionary

deviika

Alain de Botton // Jon Kabat-Zinn // unknown

luthienne

nikki giovanni, “hands: for mother’s day” / louise bourgeois, 10am is when you come to me

hellcatspangled1

Yohji Yamamoto, 1993

primulaceas

Mary Oliver, "On Thy Wondrous Works I Will Meditate" from Devotions

lionfloss

External shots of botanical gardens by Swiss photographer Samuel Zeller

kafk-a

Mary Ruefle, ‘The Tenor of Your Yes’

firstfullmoon

at last we killed the roaches. mama and me. she sprayed, i swept the ceiling and they fell dying onto our shoulders, in our hair covering us with red. the tribe was broken, the cooking pots were ours again and we were glad, such cleanliness was grace when i was twelve. only for a few nights, and then not much, my dreams were blood my hands were blades and it was murder murder all over the place.

— Lucille Clifton, “at last we killed the roaches,” in The Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton 1965-2010