heaven ⬗ haunted

she/her - art, poetry, & religious deconstruction

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

It's not enough to be nice in life. You've got to have nerve... I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing that I wanted to do.

― Georgia O'Keefe

[weltenwellen]

Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath, "Years"

[lightlimes-deactivated20180921]

pictures where the sea and sky are no longer distinguishable

[curly-croissant]

If I may contribute

[tragedysquared]

not to be dramatic but like. this kind of indistinguishable meeting point of the sea and the sky is the center around which my life revolves

[bluebeardsbride-deactivated2021]

“Sometimes I see the real God, in a wide-hemmed butcher’s apron, wiping his hands and trembling. It’s your cut, he says. Fry it, eat it raw. I don’t care. My line is too long for these kinds of games. Look behind you. All of those people know what they want.”

— Mike Young, “None Of It Grace”

[weltenwellen]

Ada Limón, “To Be Made Whole”, On Being with Krista Tippett

[weltenwellen]

Rebecca Solnit, Hope In The Dark

[weltenwellen]

Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark

Paul Eluard, “Right in the Middle of the Month of August”, Selected Poems(trans. Gilbert Bowen) (x)

[weltenwellen]

Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

[lifeinpoetry]

Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It’s so beautiful, the moon. They’re so beautiful, the flowers.

— Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.

[gustaving]

“Oh Rascal Children of Gaza,” by Palestinian poet, Khaled Juma, 2014

[firstfullmoon]

Summer Farah, “PORTRAIT OF ME AS BREAD BAKING IN JERUSALEM”

[hairtusk]

Hole Theory, Thomasin Frances (15/10/2022)

[metamorphesque]

— The History of Love, Nicole Krauss

[text ID: The truth is the thing I invented so I could live.]

[oh-girl-among-the-roses]

the sky earlier tonight. i am having strange nightmares. hopefully now i will fall back asleep inside these pictures.

[serratedpens]

Tracy K. Smith, “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”

[troutlawyer]

the religion was not beaten into me. it was rolled into me, like mixing playdoh. every day i find a part of myself so mixed with the religion i have to rip and tear at my flesh to get it out. and i am not sure how much of myself is me. i am not sure how much of my own body is ripped out alongside the religion. rolled into me. kneaded and pressed. my mother and father are craftsmen. the hands that molded me did so gently. out of love. how could i destroy something so artfully made? but i must. i must. i must. or i shall die.

[c-estlevide]

~Vahan Tekeyan, poet and survivor of the Armenian Genocide

[electricheart]

when the just some guy version of waymond wang said, “you tell me that it’s a cruel world, and we’re all just running around in circles. I know that. I’ve been on this earth just as many days as you. when I choose to see the good side of things, I’m not being naive. it is strategic and necessary. it’s how I’ve learned to survive through everything. I know you see yourself as a fighter. well, I see myself as one too. this is how I fight.”

[visual-poetry]

by cécile

[hearttended]

[ID: photo of confetti in a plastic box labeled “in case of happy ending. End ID]