As mile by mile is seen

"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." ~Leonard Cohen

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happy birthday, mr. neruda

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Mice like seeds

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life is a conundrum; you can believe that

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Revision in My Wife's Powder Room by Lauren Berry

Revision in My Wife's Powder Room

by Lauren Berry

  - It has been said that James Audubon once slaughtered a mangrove of birds in order to find the right specimen for a painting.

I'll need more salt than this. A loose feather sticks pink to the edge of the bathtub  and slides down to my fist. Her mouth  music boxes shut: its wish against human knowledge.  Inside her stomach--stones and sand and concept.  I can't ask questions in that language. What if  my strings of English reveal the man I want to be?  My tongue waters at every lagoon, every disjointed flamingo: the mistakes of God. There are  thousands of them and I will need thousands of them. When the bird steps forward, her legs bow back,  behind her, toward the man she doesn't know  will fit her to this canvas. Bend her to the  face of God. Grace I'll need more strength than this. 

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Braining

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sticky

if love is a boiling point, marriage is a greenhouse

when fans fail and the air is still, and your perfect font replies

if your fingers break, you resize a ring, if summer

weddings fall off like vines into shadows, you cower, you vile rise

your heat is no less than lowered eyes, you thrive, your introversion

is homeopathic and I do

not doubt how nettles sting- I do

not fold your hands into forest, I do picture you

mother to my child, we 

glass homes and pocket stones 

dies run, blue dress, rivers edge

forks right, left

you waning spoon, your shores

in tailing storm, and pounding

sweats run, spit sweet, you coil

you twisting vice, if only I

do not take root

[fdelacruz]

Very little grows on jagged rock, Be ground, be crumbled So wildflowers will come up where you are. You’ve been stoney for too many years Try something different Surrender

Rumi  (via thatkindofwoman)

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common pleas

dear ghosts and ghost writers/dear wunderkind and autotuned/dear watchers and waiters, wise elders, dear hackers, boyhood dreamers/dear parents

  let us pray

for free access, dear suburbs 

  of chicago/dead personages of some worth/dear moscow/dear spammers/dear camden and cloud heads/dear hollowers/dear toddlers

  today

  we have lost one

of great importance, dear seekers

  and visionaries

let your eyes blur

  as you weep, dear plantiffs, I implore you

have patience, dear captains

  and let the jury decide

if justice

is due

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Camus

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I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up

Shane Koyczan, The Student (via delicateswans)

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What Is True by Ben Kopel

one must be one 

to ever be two 

and if you  were a day  I'd find a way  to live  through you 

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subject: haiku

woke up thinking: life

like haiku, is set lines with

infinite readings

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Why I Am Not a Buddhist

by Charles Bernstein

    Reality cons me as it spur(n)s me. 

This is the road to eternal 

Consanguinity, eloping with 

Hope and leaving me to pick 

Up the proverbial bag. 

But that's the argument for.

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About This Poem

"My wife's name is Sommer. We were married in winter at a courthouse in Denver after spending a total of only nineteen hours together. The following day, at a packed art gallery downtown, I read this poem for her. The poem repeats in reverse order each of its lines starting from the exact center; it's a form I stole from Peter Gizzi's 'Vincent, Homesick for the Land of Pictures.'" 

  --Noah Eli Gordon