[sarahjeanalex]

First Thing in The Morning

For Adam & Mitchell on their wedding. Love is patient, love is kind It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud Love is taking the entire winter to prepare for the winter Love is making plans for your plants when you go away Love is coming home Love is Justin and Selena getting back together not caring that everyone knows it’s cuffing season It’s like rain on your wedding day               that’s not love, that’s just ironic Love is the feeling you get after scrolling all of Yoko Ono’s tweets in the year of the devil, 2017 Love is when she said, “Time is a concept made by men.” Love is your mother and the 17 times Yoko tweeted about celebrating Mother’s Day in different countries Love is self-care by following Yoko’s instructions, which she tweeted on April 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7:               Apr 3               First thing in the morning               stretch               Apr 4               First thing in the morning               breathe out all the sadness and pain               you accumulated overnight               Apr 5               First thing in the morning               breathe in deeply as if               you are breathing               the whole Universe into you               Apr 6               First thing in the morning               smile with your whole body               Apr 7               First thing in the morning               thank the Universe               for another magical day Love is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs Love is Lower Dens at the Ottobar, chanting               I will treat you better               I will treat you better               I will treat you better               I'll treat you better               Hold on Love is maintaining a home wherever your family is not Love is putting Us first, because it is safest there Love is the structure It is building, setting on fire, and building again Love is accepting that different tastes in music exist Love knows that you can be cooler if you want it Love is sharing hygienic products It is bringing home one thing and then bringing home another Love is arguing over different aspects of the band Maroon 5 because sometimes there is literally nothing else to argue about Love is giving in Love is growing up Love is never stopping Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth It is Yoko’s tweet on August 16th, 2017:                                    Hold your friend in your heart and walk together. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres Love turns you inside out so you can see the part of you that’s drifting over me And when you wake they’re never there but when you sleep they’re everywhere Love never fails You are everywhere

[markbaumer-blog]

from “Wild Lives” by Sarah Jean Alexander

[sarahjeanalex]

Mark created image macros and shared lines from my book after he read it, and I cannot describe the love and support I felt seeing them for the first time and every time others continue to share it to this day.

Mark was walking barefoot across America to raise money and awareness for climate change. He passed away during an accident on his 101st day. Please consider donating if you are able. Please take a moment to read his last post, and everything else too.

[cuttyspot]

sarah jean alexander, from her new book ‘wild lives’

[internetcrisis]

Everyone knows that breathing is just the silent version of screaming.

Sarah Jean Alexander is a writer from Baltimore (via internetcrisis)

[bostonpoetryslam]

Some days everything is perfect I feel beautiful and happy Other days I want to shake men aggressively by their shoulders make direct eye contact with them and say, ‘Stop writing novels!’

Sarah Jean Alexander, “dead, dead, dead,” published in Fanzine (via bostonpoetryslam)

[thatdorianguy]

“Lines” by Sarah Jean Alexander

i’ve been dealing with some stuff recently that when I read it, this poem hit me extremely hard. had to share it.

[secondbooks]

WAVES by Lucy K Shaw

$5 Double feature with LOUD IDIOTS by Sarah Jean Alexander

81 pages. April 2016. Cover design by Michael Inscoe

‘Nobody knew us. Nobody cared about us. Nobody wanted to. We just roamed around the west end of the city like we were totally chill with the recent apocalypse and it was so sweet while it lasted. It lasted about six months.‘

Lucy K Shaw wrote The Motion (421 Atlanta, 2015) and edits Shabby Doll House. She lives in Berlin and tweets @LKShowbiz.

[secondbooks]

LOUD IDIOTS by Sarah Jean Alexander

$5 Double feature with WAVES by Lucy K Shaw

63 pages. April 2016. Cover design by Jake Muilenburg

’Watching my cat licking her belly on my bedroom floor with her legs stretched out over her head, I think yeah, get in there, fucking get in there, and then I say it out loud.’

Sarah Jean Alexander is an American writer from Baltimore. She wrote WILDLIVES (Big Lucks Books, 2015) and edits Shabby Doll House. She tweets @sarahjeanalex

[sarahjeanalex]

hi!

on April 20th, i published my 2nd book, LOUD IDIOTS, with Lucy K Shaw’s 2nd book WAVES. they are available together as ebooks for $5.

if you buy it from May 2-May 8, I’ll create & send u a custom banner up to 10 letters! just email me at [email protected] (fwd your confirmation email) with what you’d like the banner to say, and i’ll send it out within the next couple of weeks.

thank u i love u all xoxoxxx

[theothernotebook]

The Mercury Sisters - episode 1

[tiveposts]

Tres poemas de Sarah Jean Alexander

– una traducción de José María Martínez / Tive, 2015

AGUJEROS Si miro en tus ojos azules el tiempo suficiente y si me empeño lo suficiente, ¿se despegará algo del color de tus iris y flotará en el espacio a la velocidad suficiente para no perderse en un cambio del viento, y poder posarse amablemente en las húmedas colinas marrones de mis ojos, para yo comenzar a parecer un poco más tranquila y sentirme un poco más ligera? Entonces dentro de veinte años la gente me preguntará, ¿Cómo lograste que el color del cielo habitara en los agujeros de tu cabeza cuando el resto de ti es tan oscuro? y yo podré mirarles y decir, Amé demasiado a otro ser humano y esto es lo que él me entregó a cambio. RAÍCES TIERNAS Y BARRO Traga mi nombre para poder meterme dentro de ti y recuperarlo. Murmura tres notas mientras lo hago. Muerde entonces y apodérate de dos partes de mi. Yo acaricio el fondo de tu cuello con las yemas de mis dedos suaves y tú relajas la mandíbula tranquilamente. Me libero y desando dos pasos, marcas de dientes, mi nombre y todo. Trago mi propio nombre y lo digo en alto con voz de otra, y tú lo atrapas en tus oídos y te hundes en la tierra. Tu cuerpo se disuelve en raíces tiernas y barro. Y dices Qué te enseña esto, con la boca llena de bichos, y respondo Nada en absoluto, y empiezo a aguantar la respiración. TE FUNDIRÁS CONMIGO Quiero volverme agujero negro y que tú te vuelvas agujero negro y quiero que los dos juguemos a este juego por el resto de la eternidad y atrapemos y atrapemos y atrapemos todo a nuestro alrededor y hagamos bromas sobre si tú te fundirás conmigo o yo me fundiré contigo, pero al final no importará porque lo natural es que dos agujeros negros en relativa proximidad se fundan el uno con el otro para volverse un agujero negro supermasivo con millones de masas solares. Ohhhh y juntaremos y alimentaremos las toneladas métricas de luminosidad como a hijos nuestros, ellos —nuestros bebés, ellos— nuestro futuro, y uno a uno los destruiremos porque no serán más que fallidos cúmulos estelares dependientes, y nosotros nada más que viejas estrellas muertas, pero recuerda cuando nos fundimos y que solo es un juego y ohhhh el universo joven debe haber sido algo hermoso. — Sarah Jean Alexander vive y escribe en Brooklyn. Estos tres poemas pertenecen a su primer libro, “Wild Lives” (Big Lucks Books, 2015). Oscar Garcia Sierra la ha traducido también en su blog: http://oscargsierra.tumblr.com/tagged/sarah-jean-alexander

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Sarah Jean Alexander excerpt from ‘Why Are So Many Adults Obsessed With One Direction?’

SARAH JEAN A. AGE: 27 OCCUPATION: WRITER

Imagine that every person on this planet is born with a semi-corporeal, entirely trackable amount of grief that they can physically bear until it breaks their body down and turns it into dust. This would include palpable weariness, mental strain, emotional capacity—anything and everything that leads you from being alive, to being entirely dead in the ground until the earth burns up. There are things that exist to push this off: things that pause these enduring aches. These are the things that keep you alive. Things like the new One Direction album on repeat. Things like watching the music video for “Perfect” 48 times in a row. You just took a break from turning into dust and added 183 minutes to your life. Things like Harry Styles in the tightest pants imaginable. Things like imagining Louis Tomlinson smiling into the camera while looking eerily too similar to a jungle cat. Things like Niall’s chest hair (I don’t deserve those hairs but I will take them). Every moment of mild to extreme obsession that I spend considering cute and sort-of-dirty boys are moments that I don’t have to worry about dying. I worry about dying a lot. I’m worrying about it now. I’m off work in 6 hours. I have the new One Direction album downloaded already. I won’t be worrying then. So I’ll just worry about 1D to fend off the fact that death is coming for me regardless.

_ http://noisey.vice.com/blog/why-are-so-many-adults-obsessed-with-one-direction

[tinyghosthands]

A sad thing about mouths is when they fit another mouth An irritating thing about honey is that it is sweeter than anything you ever need to taste

Sarah Jean Alexander, from “The End is Here By Jim Shaw” (via myshoesuntied)

[sarahjeanalex]

I have 2 new poems at Hobart this week.

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Sarah Jean Alexander - Narrative

[sarahjeanalex]

The infinite loops of human existence

Calling out on a Thursday feels like premature ejaculation so naturally it is my favorite thing to do

I lie in bed and unlock my phone and start doing that thing where you count how many of the people who have liked your most recent Instagram photo are people that you have slept with and then you start screaming because you remember that your teeth are bones

After a momentary silence while discussing the infinite loops of human existence you say “I want to be an alien” and I immediately respond with “I want to be a dog”

My cat jumps onto the bed next to your head and I think about how she can lick her own asshole and I can’t even get close Eventually you fall asleep and I spend the rest of the night flinging her across the room so that she doesn’t sit on your face while you aren’t awake to know about it

I feel responsible for reminding you to breathe during the night when the air gets stuck somewhere between the back of your tongue and the beginning of your throat You’re welcome for this morning You’re welcome for yesterday’s, too

I just remembered my teeth again but don’t worry I know it’s inappropriate to scream when people don’t want you to scream

In the middle of the night as I straddled your chest you fed me pizza with one hand and held onto me with the other and it was easy to tell that life probably wouldn’t improve after that moment but unfortunately I have to try anyway

This morning the shampoo pump hit me in the chest like a cum shot and I laughed out loud, alone in the shower

[thecompellingwriter-deactivated]

If you see a person everyday it is like they are standing very still

THIS AMAZING POETRY BOOK CALLED WILD LIVES BY SARAH JEAN ALEXANDER (via thecompellingwriter)