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Swipe left: Incandescent ✨. ~Claire H (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKy7oANlVCV/?igshid=2y1dv1p57qgd

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Swipe left. Breathe. ~Firecatt ✨ (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKaNT35l3eH/?igshid=1vvf7o39zhfuu

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Caffeinated: Gertrude Stein on Coffee, Agatha Christie's The Pale Horse Adaptation, and Yorkshire Police Find the One Ring to Rule Them All

Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be, like be yourself, and have a second cup.

–Selected Writings, Gertrude Stein

The Pale Horse, the latest Agatha Christie adaptationfrom screenwriter…

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(Illustration by げみ) HOW TO BE A POET (to remind myself)

Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill — more of each than you have — inspiration, work, growing older, patience, for patience joins time to eternity. Any readers who like your poems, doubt their judgment.

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Well-Read: Chabon Showtime adaptation, Gorgeous Harry Potter Gifts, Chicago’s Best Bookstores and Literary Bars Showtime is adapting Michael Chabon’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel The Amazing Adventures Of Kavalier & Clay into what's being described as a "sprawling" series.

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Week in Music: Jessie Buckley’s “Glasgow”, The Animals “Bring it On Home to Me”, Pink Floyd What I loved this week: a Stumptown song, a ballad about missing Glasgow, and of course, Pink Floyd.

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On Contemplating Leaving My Children

On Contemplating Leaving My Children

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1. I’ve hesitated beside the jewelweed, deep in the sevenbark, told them I will not, not again—

What sovereign lies? What queen in her epistolary cage? An ochre shotglass empties, a lantern, unlit, heedlessly shines.

In vain I have opened mirrors & edges of mirrors.

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-Jennifer Givhan

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Poetry: "Boketto" by Susan Rich

Poetry: “Boketto” by Susan Rich

Outside my window it’s never the same— some mornings jasmine slaps the house, some mornings sorrow.

There is a word I overheard today, meaning lost not on a career path or across a floating bridge:

Boketto—to stare out windows without purpose. Don’t laugh; it’s been too long since we leaned

into the morning: bird friendly coffee and blueberry toast.

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Friend Susan Rich had…

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Play On: Kathryn Joseph – The Weary (The Quay Sessions) And salt will find the faithless soul and endless waters welcome cold and safe and sound and safe and sound worn and weary of your home

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Poem: "More Than You Gave" by Philip Levine

Poem: “More Than You Gave” by Philip Levine

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We have the town we call home wakening for dawn

which isn’t yet here but is promised, we have our tired neighbors rising in ones and twos, we have

the sky slowly separating itself from the houses to become the sky while the stars blink a last time

and vanish to make way for us to enter the great stage of an ordinary Tuesday in ordinary time. We have

our curses, our gripes, our lies all on the…

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Poem: “5PM in Bloomington” by Alex Dang RT And we’re driving again. We live out of these suitcases and I’m feeling like that glamour…

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Poem: "Love Don’t Live Here Anymore" by Nathan McClain

Poem: “Love Don’t Live Here Anymore” by Nathan McClain

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She thought she was alone. My father had left her.

She’d hum in the kitchen— she thought she was alone—

her song the sound a needle makes lapping

the innermost groove of an LP, almost a screech—

she thought she was alone since dad had left her, leaving behind

some burnt down trees.

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Home - A Short Film about home, family, and the resilience of the human spirit.

Home – A Short Film about home, family, and the resilience of the human spirit.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/2128061193/home-a-dance-inspired-short-film/widget/video.html

Stumbled across this breathtakingly gorgeous project. Home tells the story of a lost soul, searching for her home in a vast landscape. Check out the Kickstarter!

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Poetry: "Blood" by Naomi Shihab Nye

Poetry: “Blood” by Naomi Shihab Nye

“A true Arab knows how to catch a fly in his hands,” my father would say. And he’d prove it, cupping the buzzer instantly while the host with the swatter stared. In the spring our palms peeled like snakes. True Arabs believed watermelon could heal fifty ways. I changed these to fit the occasion. Years before, a girl knocked, wanted to see the Arab. I said we didn’t have one. After that, my father…

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Poetry: “The Color of Pomegranates,” Sujit Prasad rt It cuts through suddenly, expertly, this want to talk to you — like the way you used to open pomegranates.

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Poetry: "Here Will Burn for Us," Alicia Hoffman

Poetry: “Here Will Burn for Us,” Alicia Hoffman

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Ashes in the tinder of morning. Red breast of robin on the lawn.

Sometimes, gravity is the slow knock of heavy bones

greeting another sunrise. Sometimes, heaviness is all we own.

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Alicia Hoffman, Rust + Moth

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Poetry: Is It Better Where You Are? by Christopher Salerno

Poetry: Is It Better Where You Are? by Christopher Salerno

色の降る日 by げみ on pixiv

The bakery’s graffiti either spells HOPE or NOPE. But hope and results are different, said Fanny Brawne to her Keats voiding his unreasonable lung. Getting off the medicine completely means light again blinking to light. Device returned to its factory settings. The complete black of before the meteor shower above the bakery. If you lose the smell of leather, lemon, or rose, s…

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