[firstfullmoon]

Jonathan Wells, “April Morning”

[havingapoemwithyou]

the light continues by Linda Gregg

[feral-ballad]

Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “Idea”

[Text ID: “I will enjoy this life. I will open it like a peach in season, suck the juice from every finger, run my tongue over my chin. I will not worry about clichés or uninvited guests peering in my windows. I will love and be loved. Save and be saved a thousand times. I will let the want into my body, bless the heat under my skin. My life, I will not waste it. I will enjoy this life.”]

[mun-dane]

on love arriving unannounced

[mun-dane]

so overwhelmed by the love my little poem received, i wanna cry

[weltenwellen]

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Ronald W. Sousa, The Passion According to G.H.

[allsadnshit]

"Growing Around Grief"

Lois Tonkin, 1996

[beguines]

Carrie Fountain, from "Late Spring in the Mesilla Valley", Burn Lake

[rosecoloureddog]

hard life when you’re just a little guy

[rosecoloureddog]

the best life

[rosecoloureddog]

I am so in love life is good even when it’s hard I am so so grateful

[metamorphesque]

— Ilya Kaminsky, Deaf Republic

[sunsbleeding]

[weltenwellen]

Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life

[rosecoloureddog]

My loves

[rosecoloureddog]

Pickle and his girlfriend Bonnie the sausage, well and truly a foster fail

[ryebreadgf]

200323, S.T.

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”