Sunny ways

K.

[wetheurban]

Joy in June. Upgrades in June. Nourishment in June. Excellence in June.

[mournfulroses]

Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "The Old Stoic," featured in The Emergency Poet

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Emery Allen, "Soft Human"

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

[iter-facio]

[mournfulroses]

Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "A Conversation With The Sun God,"

[andallshallbewell]

[michaeladavenport]

Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil on canvas, 2025)

30in x 48in

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[feral-ballad]

Caitlyn Siehl, from What We Buried; “Pick a card”

[feral-ballad]

Granaz Moussavi, tr. by Niloufar Talebi, from Belonging: New Poetry by Iranians Around the World; "Post-Cinderella"

[iter-facio]

and I lacked honour and I was not brave. I was selfish, clinging, egotistical

[iter-facio]

and they’ll ask, and I’ll still have to push words out around the shape of you. I think you’ll live here for my lifetime

[iter-facio]

and there was love here, because there was hope here

but I couldn’t do much at the table by myself.

you had to pull up a chair

[iter-facio]

betrayal ground me to halt. careening into a craze.

selfish, clinging, screaming. it hurts, it hurts

wrapping the rope round and round my hand so tight, it bleeds, it bleeds

why’d you do it

[iter-facio]

maybe she’ll hold you

after all

you wanted it once

more than friends

[iter-facio]

The EA

the problem with what you did is that you chose to do it. the problem is you pulled me out of your heart and mind and molded me into a nasty creature. the problem is you could not bear to be around.

really, the problem is

you pushed me away, behind a wall, stacked it high, turned away, let me cry, found another, chose her more, chose her first, kept me out, let me starve