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God

by Michael Bazzett

for Ada Limón

Look, it’s not that I believe in him. Nor he in me. We have moved beyond all that. I just like having someone there in the dark. Usually we sit in silence, waiting for passing headlights to glide across the ceiling and knock stray prayers loose from where they got stuck on their way out, so many years ago. It’s almost like finding old piñata candy, says God, picking one from the floorboards. He unwraps it, takes a quick taste. Winces. Nods like he’s just remembered something for the thousandth, thousandth time. What is it? I ask. It’s kind of like chewing tinfoil, he says. All that aching naked hope.

apoemaday

There Are Mornings

by Lisel Mueller

Even now, when the plot calls for me to turn to stone, the sun intervenes. Some mornings in summer I step outside and the sky opens and pours itself into me as if I were a saint about to die. But the plot calls for me to live, be ordinary, say nothing to anyone. Inside the house the mirrors burn when I pass.

gremlininho

looking. at you

pollen

Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"

weltenwellen

Adrift Mark Nepo

theoptia

Anaïs Nin, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1927-1931

Text ID: I must build up a strong world within myself, so rich and so full that it will be enough. I must find all things in myself, create them. I must reach my own climaxes of strength and creation with my work.

happyheidi

𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗌 - 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗌. x

curioscurio

who else up hurkleing their durkleing

thyming

I do love some hurkle-durkleing in the morning.. ✨

victusinveritas

This is a real picture taken by photographer Keinichi Ohno. It's a single photo of a bird standing at the edge of some water with a wall and its reflection creating a fascinating optical illusion.