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like the flowers I will grow, like the seasons I will change

[sur-le-infini]

[sicknessinmotion]

A REAL DANGER LIES IN MEMORIES.

@/mkpoet on instagram // eric gamalinda // l. m. montgomery // kaveh akbar // mahmoud darwish // hieu minh nguyen.

[perfectfeelings]

“I feel like I’m waiting for something that isn’t going to happen.”

— Unknown

[thehopefulquotes]

“My life is made up of ‘I’m sorry’. I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It’s like, ‘I’m sorry to be here’. I don’t want to disturb anyone.”

— Yohji Yamamoto

[weltenwellen]

Franny Choi, from "What a Cyborg Wants"

[luthienne]

Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems; "Happy and Unhappy Families II"

[Text ID: In the play, we know what must happen / long before it happens, / and we call it tragedy. / Here at home, this winter, / we have no name for it.]

[firstfullmoon]

Andrea Cohen, “December, Brightening”

[text ID: I came home / late to the broken // porch light fixed— / handiwork of an old / love’s new flame.]

[stay-close]

“You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.”

— Haruki Murakami

[weltenwellen]

Warsan Shire, from "Extreme Girlhood", Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

[firstfullmoon]

Talin Tahajian, “It’s November again” [ID in ALT]

[weltenwellen]

Warsan Shire, from “Hooyo Isn't Home”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

[weltenwellen]

Kaveh Akbar, from "Calling a Wolf a Wolf (Inpatient)", Calling a Wolf a Wolf

[metamorphesque]

musings on kisses

― Simone de Beauvoir (Letters to Sartre), Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec [Le Lit (The Bed), Au lit: le baiser (In Bed: The Kiss)], Indran Amirthanayagam (Kiss), Auguste Rodin, Gustav Klimt (The Kiss), Sara Teasdale (The Kiss)

˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗      

[aibidil]

[apoemaday]

Imaginary Conversation

by Linda Pastan

You tell me to live each day as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen where before coffee I complain of the day ahead—that obstacle race of minutes and hours, grocery stores and doctors.

But why the last? I ask. Why not live each day as if it were the first— all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing her eyes awake that first morning, the sun coming up like an ingénue in the east?

You grind the coffee with the small roar of a mind trying to clear itself. I set the table, glance out the window where dew has baptized every living surface.

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Fictional men 🤝 witty insults

[thoughtkick]

“Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle