Wound And Knife

blinded by rage still reaching for light

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Storage, by Mary Oliver.

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Natalie Shapero, “Stoop,” in Popular Longing

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From “Inkskinned” on Tumblr.

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Everything All at Once by Oliver Baez Bendorf

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Vita e Privilegio (Argo/2026)

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From "Vita e Privilegio" (Argo/2026)

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Revolutionary letter #21 by Diane Di Prima

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"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen

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Venetta Octavia, “The Burning”

[ffferite]

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Dico: "Ma se la guerra partigiana mi tira fuori di qui avrò un nome di battaglia: Heathcliff"

"Come hai detto?"

"Un nome inglese. Insegnerò a tutti a pronunciarlo, allora."

"Non glielo dire, Beppe, che il tuo amore, una sera del dicembre '43, t'ha detto che per lei tu somigliavi all'Heathcliff del famoso romanzo."

Beppe Fenoglio, Appunti partigiani 1944-1945

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Star-pale, celestial, neither flesh nor blood,

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[mias-back-from-the-dead]

Lemme just

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I have breakfast at twelve, a plum and croissant. I open my window to let life enter me, I stay awake watching the leaves rustle.

I sit and I wait for something greater to find me.

I feel everything, I push much of it away. I dream of sunshine and sea foam. I fantasize of being hollow, just laying weightless on top of water.

I play the piano, I never cry.

I think about love. I yearn and I loathe. I exist in everything, and yet I am lost.

I write often, not well. I try to find myself in the syllables, in the crunching of the words, in the typing of the keys, in the scraping of the pen.

I fail.

Vita e Privilegio (Argo / 2025)