Fyodor Dostoevsky, from his novel titled "White Nights," originally published in 1848
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from his novel titled "White Nights," originally published in 1848
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Haruko/Love Poems, June Jordan
Haruko/Love Poems, June Jordan
Children of God, Mary Doria Russell
A Holy Dread, R. A. Villanueva
You Always Wished the Animals Would Leave, Maya C. Popa
The Bees Have Been Canceled, Maya C. Popa
Nepenthe Radiant, Aimee Seu
Scared Violent Like Horses, John McCarthy
Ars Poetica #100: I Believe by Elizabeth Alexander
This was on a post about how it's ignorant and privileged to wear headphones in public and I fear its already become a part of my vocabulary. Must everything harbor a moral failure.
cruel how loving someone rewires you permanently.
— Ivan Yan (source)
holy quaternity
Octavio Paz, from “Sunstone”, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987