drip;

sea sounds that neither drown nor drown out original writing & poetry

[guadamarin-art]

Guadalupe Marin - 2020

[kevc]

[itsabrokenconch]

grime

i like the way you sing, like liquid gold flowing down a dense block of black marble, treading light, almost whispered, like you’re afraid you’d pierce the silence in a cathedral, and the echoes might overwhelm the one you’re serenading. in your hands you hold tenderly, a heart still beating, calmly, regularly. your eyes wet, gaze resolute. singing quietly, on and on.

V. 2020.

[itsabrokenconch]

Visit Original Link

bookstore/flipping/chatter/footsteps/japanese

[churchrummagesale]

Abandoned houses of North Carolina: Fall

[itsabrokenconch]

“he said follow me, and he would take me away — in a hurricane. both of us will vanish”

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blackout poetry from a news article :) covid is dominating our attention rn so let's make something beautiful out of this crisis. i’m challenging everyone to create a piece of blackout poetry from any news article!

[ysociety]

[itsabrokenconch]

Knock, knock, knock

On the wooden block.

A death beat. Robed in gray,

Shifu sending soul away.

/

Palms coated gold and silver

Pressed together in prayer.

Chanting that drones,

That groans, that stills my bones.

/

Troublemaker ensemble.

A frantic flurry of song.

Of wailing. Of drum. Of cymbal.

A kneeling silhouette, withdrawn.

/

And then the cursed suona blares—

A censored string of swears.

Still she sleeps

With a pearl between her lips;

/

When the noise stops I take a bow.

A kowtow.

When the noise stops I hear my heart beat.

A death beat.

Utter defeat.

//

— V.O. (2019). Wake.

[dianazubak]

the horizon, Diana Zubak

[slideofthetimes]

July 1968 // lake // Oregon

[itsabrokenconch]

baby it eats you till you’re dead / till you’re fucked in your head

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Blackout poem created from the lyrics to “Still” by The Japanese House.

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[highenoughtoseethesea]

Goodnight, Oahu

[0vejaelectrica]

[adesgrenha]

the sun guiding us even in the middle of the winter //

eu tenho tido muita vontade de materializar minhas fotografias em zines. até o momento tenho três em construção na minha cabeça: “sabática”, “somática” e “via de mão dupla”. mal posso esperar pro inverno chegar aqui em casa também e eu passar dias inteiros imersa. 

[modusops]

Coffee in Tokyo.

[davetada]

Duck

Echo Park, CA

[stephaniedolen]

textures / marion bay, tasmania