drink some of this

it will put some color in your cheeks

[wovi]

*

richard siken

[ned8-back-again]

The middle class is no longer the primary economic driver. The working adult is no longer the target audience for a majority of entertainment. Corporations are no longer reliant on commercial sales to be profitable. Money is worthless but if you don't play along you'll die.

[radical-revolution]

"Definition of a Poet" by Jack Kerouac (1941, nineteen years old)

[weltenwellen]

Ruth Awad, "Moral Inventory"

[extollingtheeveryday]

Maggie Dietz, "November" [ID in alt text]

[skinny-dipping-sasquatch]

[inversefunction]

have it too

there were lots of things that people thought were probably impossible for the longest time truly just insolvable problems until they were solved there are dozens if not hundreds of planes daily let alone those hunks of metal orbiting above who we now need to tell us exactly where we are not to mention the little guys we send through starways to tell us what Mars used to look like so when it comes time for me to try to rewire my brain let me tell you i approach it from a starting place of possibility

-rb.xyz

[hybridmindthoughtsreloaded]

[escuerzoresucitado]

[firstfullmoon]

Tracy K. Smith, “Song”

[radical-revolution]

[georgiapeach30513]

“Nothing perfect lasts forever, except in our memories” - A River Runs Through It

[inversefunction]

first night

thats the last of it both of us beat to pulp tightness in lower backs setting up tents for to stay through long weekend fresh paint clean carpet figuring out where the switches go sidelong glances wondering who was happy here once before and who wasn't dont remember where we packed anything its all just labeled kitchen i ought to have known better lets cut downstairs cornerstore and i sneak a set of candles behind your back and figure something cute to stick them in asking you to close your eyes and make a wish

rb.xyz

[inversefunction]

my secret stash

pulling out from passenger seat my afternoon bag light catches fire for a moment against black fiber a strand of hair right where you left it for me i ask drainflies what they think of you and their answer is as sweet as it is simple isn't it amazing we both saw it at the same time one of those stories where no one will believe but you never let it bother you

rb.xyz

[inversefunction]

what do you want to be when you grow up?

never did quite figure out how to fly and gave up after a few years couldn't move anything with my mind despite flirting with nosebleed pressure gave up on the acting bug because i couldn't handle that amount or rejection as a teenager and as it turns out being a ninja isn't a real job i still have a few tricks left up my sleeve i think but it is the true dream come true to listen to your laughter in the other room as i make us both breakfast

rb.xyz

[inversefunction]

all hands

even footing quick becomes lacking a leg to stand on keeping an eye out for next movements brewing in the wings a hair's breadth from spilling tip of tongue dancing to toe the line i trace careful not to cut myself on your shoulder blades we are so disarmed beneath sheets drawing down into the belly of the beast i stick my neck out to tease your collar your crown youre hip to my rhythm i've finally come back to sweep this series as you take my wrist the upper hand going under

rb.xyz

[smakkabagms]

Loneliness has roots. I remember the dread, the pining, the long forests inhabited only by its own emptiness. I walked the leafshadowed paths down like caves into death’s various descents. At some point, you lose memory of before, the illusions   and hopes of After. Tell me where love is and I will go.