[aliceinwondercloset]

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

[metamorphesque]

No one has taken anything away, Marina Tsvetaeva (translated by Elaine Feinstein)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— C.T. Salazar; Headless John The Baptist Hitchhiking

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Michelle Williams

[ashstfu]

maya angelou interviewed by george plimpton x

[carmenbelair]

[aliceinwondercloset]

[loubis-and-champagne]

x

[lustingupon]

[havingapoemwithyou]

[green sadness] by Mary Ruefle

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass,  "The Thing Is"

[barcarole]

All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

Mary Oliver, Sleeping in the Forest (from Twelve Moons).

[oblivion-soave]

“We do not know our own souls, let alone the souls of others. Human beings do not go hand in hand the whole stretch of the way. There is a virgin forest in each; a snowfield where even the print of birds’ feet is unknown. Here we go alone, and like it better so. Always to have sympathy, always to be accompanied, always to be understood would be intolerable.”

— Virginia Woolf, On Being Ill

[feral-ballad]

Anne Michaels, from Skin Divers; “The Second Search”

[lucidloving]

Emily L., Marguerite Duras // Bertrand Russell, What Desires are Politically Important? // Octavio Paz, "The House of Glances" // Mitski—Francis Forever // Chen Chen, When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities // VIVINOS and QMENG, Alien Stage (Round 6) // Bryan Fuller, Hannibal (2013) // Richard Siken, "Little Monster" // Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays // Mitski—I Bet on Losing Dogs

[weltenwellen]

 Andrea Gibson, You Better Be Lightning

[growthesalad]

I sleep on my elbows propped painfully on the railing and feel a great promise in knowing nothing.