[lifeinpoetry]

My mama carries all of us in her body, on her face, in her blood And blood is no good once you let it loose So she always holds us close.

— Emtithal Mahmoud, from “Mama,” Ink Knows No Borders: Poems of the Immigrant and Refugee Experience

[litverve]

“Sometimes you are privileged with a glimpse of the other world, when the light shines up from the west as the sun sets and dazzles something wet. The world is just water and light, a slide show through which your spirit glides.”

— Fanny Howe, The Wedding Dress: Meditations On Word and Life

[axhemio]

[maria-aegyptiaca]

[the-bookshop]

Source.

[clovvenhoof]

faun on a break at birmingham pride

image by eleanor sutcliffe

[arjuna-vallabha]

[oumaimas]

White Flowers, Mary Oliver

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Dacia Maraini, tr. by Tim Vode, from “Dreams of Clytemnestra,” wr. c. 1994

[metaphorformetaphor]

“I wage war with myself and I will destroy myself, or I will be reborn, that is all.”

— Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959 (Ivan R. Dee Publisher, 2008; first published 1989)

[uniej]

[bundyspooks]

The Dark Hedges in Northern Ireland, a famously creepy road that has been used as one of the locations of Game of Thrones.

[spacettf]

California Nebula · NGC 1499 in the constellation Perseus by Mark Sansom on Flickr.

[bohemianhomes]

House Boats, Floating Homes, via Moon to Moon

[sanashee-deactivated20210702]

[lifeinpoetry]

          What is it to imagine / when there has been an attempt / to take the possibility of dreaming from you / from other bodies

To imagine something happened / totally void of the pleasure of imagining / is to realize the potential for / a festival of betrayal / blooming from within

To feel the possibility of dreaming leave you /

— Carrie Lorig, from The Journal Petra

[imposer]

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