And the forest will echo with laughter.

[smsomah]

Scanned from the book Tarahumaras: El camino, el hilo, la palabra; 2014; Artes de México, No. 112

[luxtraveldream]

[sonofcainn]

[lamignonette]

[booksquared]

Tomatoes

I waited so long for love and suddenly, here it is standing in the garden, hands full of heirlooms hot from the sun.

Soon we’ll make a supper of them. Salted slabs between slices of bread. Your beard silvers. My hips ripen. The mail piles up.

Phone calls go unanswered. Forgive us. Our mouths are full of tomatoes. We are so busy being small and hungry and alive.

by J. Sullivan

[habiba-mohab]

[saywasp]

saywasp

[m-as-tu-vu]

“You can cut aLL the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”

— Pablo Neruda in Spring & LiLyLand 2026

[kocalls]

[rainwashedsoul]

[apoemaday]

“Where Does Such Tenderness Come From?”

by Marina Tsvetaeva tr. Ilya Kaminsky and Jean Valentine

Where does such tenderness come from? These aren’t the first curls I’ve wound around my finger — I’ve kissed lips darker than yours.

The sky is washed and dark (Where does such tenderness come from?) Other eyes have known and shifted away from my eyes.

But I’ve never heard words like this in the night (Where does such tenderness come from?) with my head on your chest, rest.

Where does this tenderness come from? And what will I do with it? Young stranger, poet, wandering through town, you and your eyelashes — longer than anyone’s.

[a-louest]

[zerounwantedvibrations]

[brilliantlybeloved]

[havingapoemwithyou]

Statement of Teaching Philosophy by Keith Leonard

[makingsenseofwhathappened]

[zerounwantedvibrations]

[quentinsofio]