The Body Mechanic

"Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart Leaking something so strong they can smell it in the streets"

[only-cat-memes]

[petaltexturedskies]

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

Mary Oliver, “I worried”

[polkadotmotmot]

Robert Kushner - The Queen in Her Boudoir, 2019

[breathings]

Quiet autumn days

[weltenwellen]

Devin Kelly,  from "Waking up in Beverly Hospital"

[expressions-of-nature]

Olympic National Park, WA by Patricia Thomas

[seemoreandmore]

Our memories are like a city: we tear some structures down, and we use rubble of the old to raise up new ones. Some memories are bright glass, blindingly beautiful when they catch the sun, but then there are the darker days, when they reflect only the crumbling walls of their derelict neighbours. Some memories are buried under years of patient construction; their echoing halls may never again be seen or walked down, but still they are the foundations for everything that stands above them.

— Tom Pollock from THE CITY’S SON

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, from "Glamor on the West Streets / Silver Over Everything"

[scorpionlafemme]

[dogrotpdf]

how’s that house that raised you?

[leahberman]

rise; zion national park, utah

instagram - twitter - website

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the afterword

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, The Crown Ain't Worth Much

[weltenwellen]

Arielle Hebert, "The Inventors"

[writingsforwinter]

New poem.

-By Meggie Royer

[throughtimeandstarlight]

[aaajmachine]

But really tho

[fy-perspectives]