All-sky view of the Leonids shower, 156 meteors were captured in this 4 hour image, 1998

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All-sky view of the Leonids shower, 156 meteors were captured in this 4 hour image, 1998
they should invent a way for me to bear it
Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Ginger”
[Text ID: “I got cursed, in every way a / woman can. / You kill yourself, over and over, / to be different.”]
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getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)
Hello dust, childhood companion. Hello, god of un-clocks. When I was a little girl, watching dust was my favorite prayer. Back then, I seemed bodiless. Body, body, when did the loathing start?
— Zeina Hashem Beck, from "Ghazal-Ode for My Body," O
— Karen Russell, "The Ghost Birds" in The New Yorker (2021)
- A.R Asher
It matters because I gave it meaning bitch
"I woke up. The moon is full, so I send my wishes to the universe", 2021
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Etel Adnan, from “Untitled”, pub. Bomb Magazine
… just stood there in the living room looking around at all I’ve collected— taking inventory of what’s gotten in without invitation and what I won’t let leave.
— Ryann Stevenson, from “HOST,” Human Resources
Poems written by elementary school students to greet fliers at Miami International Airport
Strawberry Moon
‘If I told you the moon was pink, you probably wouldn't believe me.’
‘My dad lives up there’, I said. ‘You can see him is you look close enough, through the telescope, right next to that star.’
‘I don't believe you’, says he.
‘When the moon rises at night he casts a net over the sky to catch fish, and stars, and souls that got lost on the way. He keeps them in jars that glow, some are red, and some are indigo. The brightest ones are purple. ‘
‘You’re lying’, says he.
‘He waters his garden on the moon and it rains to below. Sometimes you can find pieces of the sky down here, if you look hard enough.’
‘I haven't got time’, says he. ‘I go looking, every now and then, for stars, but by the time I find one, the sun is up and the rain is gone and the sky is bright.’
‘I think you are wasting your time’, he said. ‘The sun is a star, you know. The sun smiles back and it's not quite as cold.’
‘That makes sense’, I said. I put away my bucket, and net, and fishing rod, and umbrella and boots, looked up and saw a blue sky.