“I have been missing your voice / like bleached bones dream of flesh.”
— Rebecca Salazar, from “Reasonable ground,” published in Cosmonauts Avenue

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“I have been missing your voice / like bleached bones dream of flesh.”
— Rebecca Salazar, from “Reasonable ground,” published in Cosmonauts Avenue
Call Me by Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino
Mark Rothko, Untitled (red, orange), 1968
© Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Artists Rights Society
This is what
I know about my body, it turns to be loved at every instance, it feels warmth and it wants and it wants.
— Kristen Tracy, from “Breaking,” Half-Hazard
“But then you came back again: as sun on water. I reached for you, skimmed my hands over the light of you.”
— Nicole Callihan, from “The End of the Pier,” Poem-A-Day (16 June 2016)
The Naked Countess, 1971, Kurt Nachmann
eye marbles
temp.studio https://ift.tt/2WnDUch
Whisper and laugh a little, dear, dear love, tender dream;
Alexander Blok, tr. by Boris Jakim, from Poems of Sophia; “Be Silent As In The Past,”
Undated pages from one of Marilyn Monroe’s diaries
Ask me about writing, well, that’s a fierce private. Writing, she is the fire of me. Where stories get born from that place where life and death happened in me. She carries me and will be the death of me.
Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011
Mort Garson, Mother Earth’s Plantasia (Homewood Records, 1976).
The skin is a texture of pain. // The skin is a language of pain. My skin holds your pain. I wear it like a waterfall dressing me. Outpour and endless.
Tiara Roxanne, from “friday / the thirteenth,” published in New Delta Review
but it’s so cold and I don’t know where