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Mary Oliver, from "Porcupine" in Devotions: Selected Poems
Traci Brimhall, from “Why I Stayed,” in Love Prodigal
Sylvia Plath, Winter Trees
Devin Kelly, from “The Old Catcher Considers the Failing of His Knees"
Mary Oliver, from "Starlings in Winter"
Natalie Shapero, “Red Item,” in Stay Dead
Sally Rooney on god again :’)
mary oliver / bradley trumpfheller
Bernadette Noll
In die Sonne schauen (Sound of Falling) 2025, dir. Mascha Schilinski
“It’s a wonder I’m even alive. Sometimes I think that. I think that I can’t believe I haven’t killed myself. But there’s something in me that just keeps going on. I think it has something to do with tomorrow, that there is always one, and that everything can change when it comes.”
— Augusten Burroughs, Running With Scissors
when James Baldwin said I can’t be a pessimist because I’m alive
when James Baldwin said to be a pessimist means that you have agreed that human life is an academic matter. So I am forced to be an optimist. I am forced to believe that we can survive whatever we must survive.
the soft animal of my body wants a spliff and four pints of cider
soft animal of my body is up for a kebab
“The road home isn’t very long, and I know I’ll be getting off soon. But at this moment, I’m feeling such lovely warmth.”