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when we are loved we are afraid love will vanish when we are alone we are afraid love will never return and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed but when we are silent we are still afraid So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive.
Audre Lorde, “A Litany for Survival”, from The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde (via antigonies)
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Typewriter Series #2611 by Tyler Knott Gregson
It’s not excuses I’m making but truths, what do you say when you feel drawn to some other place, when inspiration calls from there but you can’t answer, when you’re stuck and frozen in place and you just need something alive to hold on to, to wrap yourself in, a piece of green to replace the brown that’s become such commonplace? What should I say then, what words will do justice to it and let you know how I am aching and longing and wishing for it?
It’s been an eternity (or at least a few decades) spent here in this desert, this piece of land that lives with two seasons, one of freeze and one of smoke, and I am desperate for the scent of life in forest, on hillside, in rainfall strong with sea and tide.
It’ll come one day, and it’ll mean more when it does, when all this waiting adds up to relief. We’ll be there, hand in hand as silhouettes against the blue hour and fog. We’ll be there and our hearts will beat slow and steady and our breath will finally return.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Say we’re not being hunted. Say instead of shotguns, the men hide rhinestones under their pillows. Say the pillow I pressed your face into had stolen every inch of cold the city locked in necklaces of spit & left stunned on the sidewalks. Say spit like we could be caught. Say city like we’re nowhere near going back.
Brad Trumpfheller, “Reconstructions,” published in Diagram (via bostonpoetryslam)
A moonlight tint drifts along
the backs of my hands
bathing them in pearly radiance
I feel your hand cradle my face
one finger hovering so gently
over my trembling lips’ flesh
while our eyes speak
in dark jade depths
with midnight pressed close
a velvet cloak grazing our skin
pulling your thoughts into mine
beneath our arc of moon
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flower moon//
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Joe Craig's debut chapbook of poems will be available on June 4th! Preorder your copy now for only $7!
Building Towards this Moment by Joe Craig is a collection of poetry about lost love, relationships, and family. These short poems provide an intimate look into Joe’s past as he tries to make sense of the world around him. Lyrical and moody, this book would make a great addition to any coffee table or bookshelf.
“Those of us who’ve loved and lost know that love can leave you ravished like a war-torn country with an impact crater the size of a heart that no amount of time can possibly fill.”
— Ranata Suzuki
Fresh Leaving the anger behind and following the path to peace and acceptance.
To know me is to love you.
You will not rush me I am only in a rush to do what I love
Nicholas A Browne | Haiku 618 (via theprocast)
Read the full poem at Red Flag Poetry.
What exactly makes a poem … a poem? Poets themselves have struggled with this question, often using metaphors to approximate a definition. Is a poem a little machine? A firework? An echo? A dream? Melissa Kovacs shares three recognizable characteristics of most poetry.
We all love poetry but what makes a poem ... a poem? Explore the history of how we define poetry in this awesome TED-Ed video.
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Are you a fan of poetry? Do you want a wondrous and innovative book to read during your summer vacation? Then check out Red Flag’s store to pre-order your copy of Tyler Gillespie’s Florida Man: Poems.
If you read a poem and feel moved by it, but then find out it was actually written by a computer, would you feel differently about the experience? Would you think that the computer had expressed itself and been creative, or would you feel like you had fallen for a cheap trick? In this talk, writer Oscar Schwartz examines why we react so strongly to the idea of a computer writing poetry -- and how this reaction helps us understand what it means to be human.
Check out this awesome TED Talk about computers and poetry and what it means to be human.