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Perlye / 23

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“All I know is that memory is a place that is nowhere, which is why we can retrieve the lives we never lived. Each song is a woods where the paths return always to the beginning. I sang to invent what I could not remember, or to remember what I could not invent.”

— Richard Jackson, from “David’s Lost Psalm,” Broken Horizons (Press 53, 2018)

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calming brew

second piece for katsudon bang and @kevystel’s fic, ascent - mixing up a late night drink

first piece l third piece 

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton

[tiinatormanenphotography]

[ruinedchildhood]

[cwunch]

[ashleybreather]

[soracities]

“Autumn approaches and the heart begins to dream–”

— Bashō, from The Sound of Water: Haiku by Bashō, Buson, Issa, and Other Poets (trans. Sam Hamill with illustrations by Kaji Aso)

[animals-eating-cake-blog-deacti]

[africant]

[ruinedchildhood]

[flowerfaye]

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[bostonpoetryslam]

“The problem with the past is that it lasts forever. Ten years from now I will still be lying on my bed trying to write this poem.”

— Kelly Jones, “The Gift of Forgetting,” published in IDK Magazine

[sridevi]

[feel-the-lyrics]

I wanna go where the lights burn low and you’re only mine

James Bay - Wild Love

[pigmenting]

feeling like i want to take back things i’ve shared with people. feeling like i want to reel back in the pieces of me that are too precious to give away like that.