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dinky side writing blog

[ojibwa]

[themoonbase]

Yelena Moskovich, A Door Behind a Door (2021)

[fridayiminlovemp3]

what do we know - mary oliver

[msvhs-deactivated20251231]

Mary Oliver

[i-will-recover-tomorrow]

[gettingintoknives]

Mary Oliver, from “the fourth sign of the zodiac” published in Blue Horses

[mxcosmic]

i've gotten good at living on someone else's page

~ Metaphor - The Crane Wives

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, "Little Crazy Love Song." Blue Horses

[tigeerie]

“gentle” // my art, okay to rb (click for better quality)

[confessionalists]

under no circumstances, kiera. k

[notquiteaghost]

[poem text: When I go out to eat alone to prove to my / nameless narrator that I / can be alone and I see someone else who is / also eating / alone I feel so terribly sad for them I have / to put myself to bed early. / Most of my confessions have been / seriously vetted and only the ones that / make me seem interesting and / saintlike make it onto the page. / What I really want to say to you is / that I’ve done things / there’s no coming back from / and then I came back / from them and I’m not sure what to / make for dinner. / I’m not sure what I’ll say at all the funerals / I will one day attend. / But I know what I’d like people to say at / mine. I want them to say I / tried my best even though / a lot of the time I / probably really didn’t. / In fact, I just want them / to show up and be proof that I was here / and then I wasn’t / and some of that mattered. / I have both tried to run away from myself / and also tried to mercilessly / hunt myself down. Every time I / have failed and also spent lots / of money but its really quite / a peculiar situation to be both / the predator and prey of your / own personhood. It’s just when I / get far enough out of the / city to see the stars I can’t / help but just think about / my own survival. / And what I had inside me once / and don’t anymore. / What even is showing up for / yourself? I’m throwing rocks / at my own window. I’m out / in the pouring rain with a boombox. / Where did I even get that from? / Honestly, the party doesn’t / start till I leave. And the walk / home cures / me of everything that has / ever and will ever be wrong / with me. When the breeze is / warm breath and your childhood is / over which is devastating but the / monsters are gone. And there isn’t / too much to worry about / other than that I’m still / not sure what to / make for dinner.]

[women-loving-art]

Mary Oliver, from In Blackwater Woods

[metamorphesque]

Excuses For Why We Failed At Love by Warsan Shire

[feral-ballad]

Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “You are on the floor crying”

[flowerytale]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (August 1851)

[metamorphesque]

― Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary

[ text ID: Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing. ]

[metamorphesque]

— Worm Moon, Mary Oliver

[ text ID: because it is spring; / because once more the moon and the earth are eloping - / a love match that will bring forth fantastic children / who will learn to stand, walk, and finally run / over the surface of earth; / who will believe, for years, / that everything is possible. ]

[artandchocolate]

Jane Austen - "Sense and Sensibility"