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horrorgifs

THE CRAFT (1996) dir. Andrew Fleming

toshio

#about her

poetrywillsaveme

I never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale’s throat even when it’s not singing.

‘LVII’ in Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems (2016), by Dulce María Loynaz, James O’Connor (Translation)

scream

#movie #Scream #horror

garbage-empress

cowboy advice

be rootin

be tootin

and by god be shootin

but most of all

be kind

theclassicsreader

“since the thing perhaps is / to eat flowers and not to be afraid.”

— e.e. cummings, from “voices to voices, lip to lip”

thesoldiersminute

Anya Taylor-Joy for New York Post (2020)

lunchboxpoems

SUMMER OF LEMONS

It was the summer of lemons being replaced by oranges. Lemons, they said, had lost something that lemons sometimes lose. Painters piled Navels and Valencias, mixed red into yellow for Still Life with Oranges; the wooden bowl beautiful with lonely cracks, organic with time and handling. Evening, men and women squeezed wedges from the larger fruit, a squall over flounder. Mothers whisked sweeter juice into oil, sherry vinegar, crush of garlic. Seaside, we sprayed oysters then peppered as usual. In the absence of lemons, there was a thirsting to taste water kindled with novelty, set ablaze by unplumbed citrus. Slices like thin suns were cut to fit the rim line, to spin the circumference of goblets and jam jars. It was then, drinking what was more July than June, that we returned to each other.

MARJORIE THOMSEN

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