[bronzyglow]

this blog is a museum of my heart

[locallyadored]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jane Hirshfield

[taujr-resort]

[mournfulroses]

Ada Limón, , from a poem titled "The Echo Sounder," featured in Startlement: New and Selected Poems

[softhe4rted]

first read on @exitmusicfrafilm’s post about 2023

[mournfulroses]

Emily Brontë, from The Collected Works & Poetry of Emily Brontë; “Wuthering Heights,”

[weltenwellen]

Kyle Dacuyan, from "I Am No Angeleno"

[nomorechoirs]

fr. “Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself” by Charlotte Eriksson⁣

[luminote]

I cut my hair after growing it out for over a year. I'll change. I'll change.

[lifeinpoetry]

But I don’t want to forgive the betrayal. // Which means I still carry my own wounds. / I still carry a folded tongue, // burnished with silence; / the sweet nectar of poetry withers.

— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Two, Bakandamiya

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: July 1. Too tired. END ID]

[mournfulroses]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a poem titled "Interim," featured in The Complete Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[lifeinpoetry]

when there is nothing I cannot remember, I carve myself back into myself

— Rosie Stockton, from "LOOSE ENDS," Fuel

[derangedrhythms]

crows in my mind

Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Poems: On this Night in this World; from ‘The Small Songs’, tr. Cecilia Rossi

[lifeinpoetry]

I was an animal, howling on all fours. With every movement, an uncontrolled, ugly wail escaped my body. I was an animal, no room for any human in my ugly pain.

— Moshtari Hilal, from "Dying Prayer," Ugliness, tr. Elisabeth Lauffer

[shisasan]

Willem Claesz. Heda 1632, detail