earth and clinging roots

salt and iron blood

[roseydoux]

La Collectionneuse (1967)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I will not whine, I will obey and be (forever) still.

Franz Wright, from God’s Silence: Poems; “The Process,”

[leah-cultice]

Xin Xie by William Lords for Models.com

[joansdidion]

Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.

Richard Siken, from “Saying Your Names” (Crush)

[alveus]

Tree Storm and Leaf Girl for The Eureka Effect Project by Alma Haser

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You have a great deal of love inside of you. It is a special and vast kind of love. You need to trust it. You need to be able to trust it.

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”

[wordsnquotes]

Because you know that’s not how you want it to end. You know I’d love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn’t the way it ought to happen.

Maggie Stiefvater, Linger 

[malcsawyer]

Sunset at Millennium Green in North Hykeham.

[soracities]

Summer night– even the stars are whispering to each other.

Kobayashi Issa, from The Essential Haiku: Versions of Bashō , Buson & Issa (ed. and trans. Robert Hass)

[aseaofquotes]

Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro

[bienenkiste]

“A Midsummer Story”. Biba Williams photographed by Megan Kellythorn for Blanc Magazine

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I want everything quiet and simple. For me: walking barefoot, sitting still, reading, listening to stories and now and then telling some myself. Eating fruit, drinking milk, longing to create, but with patience and many insights.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Lou Salomé witten c. March 1904

[itssallysparrow]

http://instagram.com/lilla.clara

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Night-born beauty. How sweetly she melts in her sin.

František Halas, tr. by Stephan Delbos, from “Malá Strana Night Vision,”

[seaymphea-deactivated20190709]

embroidered lace from galia lahav’s “collection no. v”

[lifeinpoetry]

I remove my shirt, palm my breasts like peaches. I remove / the curtains; now everything I swallow is light.

Anna Meister, from As If 

[expressions-of-nature]

Minimalism of Morning by Aeromast