No post on Sunday.

Bones break. Organs burst. Flesh tears. We can sew the flesh, repair the damage, ease the pain. But when life breaks down... when we break down... there's no science. No hard and fast rules. We just have to feel our way through. -Meredith Grey

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”

[sanskaarisans]

will you?

[shawtyimmaparty]

This year felt like being awake during a surgery

[remanence-of-love]

[thehopefulquotes]

“Forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.”

— Unknown

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “The Selected Diaries of Virginia Woolf,”

[heavensghost]

They are familiar things but I am a stranger now

[takeovertime]

Bleak Mountains | Li Ye

[mournfulroses]

Megan Nolan, from her novel titled "Acts of Desperation," originally published in March 2021

[delta-breezes]

Summer Gathering | Our Food Stories

[seabeck]

Mountain's roar

[maviyenot]

[pir-ado]

[romantique-rose]

[poetryforall]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

[feral-ballad]

Jane Hirshfield, from The Beauty: Poems; “Entanglement”

[Text ID: “You are there. I am here. I remember.”]