eating fruit pie with a buckknife

pisces/writer/scoundrel. 29. my writing!

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this reddit post isgoing to make me cry literally let's bask in the sun

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steiff 🤍 Wiggy Ermine (1962)

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[jetix]

‘To Heart’ Playstation port promotion, 1999

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WantingSomethingICantHave.com

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Hiroshi Hamaya, Children Singing in a Snow Cave,1956

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evil broken bunny, 2008

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Shaun Tan, Bears with lawyers

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Go on, I’m listening

[spirit-fireanddew]

Reasons

For our own private reasons We live in each other for an hour. Stranger, I take your body and its seasons, Aware the moon has gone a little sour For us. The moon hangs up there like a stone Shaken out of its proper setting. We lie down in each other. We lie down alone and watch the moon’s flawed marble getting Out of hand. What are the dead doing tonight? The padlocks of their tongues embrace the black, Each syllable locked in place, tucked out of sight. Even this moon could never pull them back, Even if it held them in its arms And weighed them down with stones, Took them entirely on their own terms And piled the orchard’s blossom on their bones. I am aware of your body and its dangers. I spread my cloak for you in leafy weather Where other fugitives and other strangers Will put their mouths together.

-Thomas James

[alwaysalreadyangry]

So I’ve been reading Thomas James’ book of poetry, Letters to a Stranger, which was republished in around 2007 after Lucie Brock-Broido championed it for decades. The introduction by Brock-Broido is like… I don’t even know. A novel in miniature. I would read a whole full-length memoir of this. Here are a few snippets from it.

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dicentra spectabilis ‘alba’  - bleeding heart.

[jetix]

2014-06-16