poetry blog

“i am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes—everywhere. until it’s every breath i breathe.” - audre lorde

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This mosaic backsplash is spectacular. I hope it wasn’t done on wallpaper b/c it’s a rental and they have to pull it down when they move!

flcker.com

[morbidology]

Two dead elks frozen to a tree.

[lychens]

Photography by Simen Johan. From the series Until the Kingdom Comes. Untitled #159, 2010, digital.

[shisasan]

December 16, 1930 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

[sadclowncentral]

2023

1. COMMIT TO THE BIT

2. PARTAKE IN THE DIVINE ACT OF CREATION

3. LET THE SOFT ANIMAL THAT IS YOUR BODY LOVE WHAT IT LOVES

[feral-ballad]

Vicente Aleixandre, ed. by Lewis Hyde, from A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems; “The Explosion”

[Text ID: “I devoted myself to one endless afternoon. / I’ve loved you every moment of that afternoon.”]

[lifeinpoetry]

Pain as something we need to cross, // a threshold We move through

— Alexandra Regalado, from "I Prided Myself on Being Aguantadora," Relinquenda

[maybuds]

from The Agony of Intimacy by Jeanette Winterson, published in Granta

[Text ID in ALT text]

[wedarkacademia]

I am doing my best to not become a museum of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out.

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[kafk-a]

Linda Gregg

[porchgirl]

friendship is like you rest your head on my shoulder on the way home from the beach our faces absorbing the last waves of warmth from the setting sun i rest my head on top of yours and it’s silent but we both know it means “i’m never more at peace than during moments like this with you”

[weltenwellen]

Emily Skaja, from “Thank You When I’m an Axe”, Brute

[sweatermuppet]

[Text ID: I’m working for light. I’m bleeding for lightness. /End ID]

[eroticmoss]

Cemetary pt.2

[lifeinpoetry]

I am loved

by pheromone if nothing else. By accident at best. O beasts of fortune, I am loved sweetest by the horrors of blood,

by my own, and by ours, O blessed root rot, by ours.

— Franny Choi, from "Unlove Poem," The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On

[poemas-letras-y-artes]

[weltenwellen]

James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time

[snoopymania]

[firstfullmoon]

Ocean Vuong, from “Reasons for Staying,” in Time Is A Mother [ID in ALT]