Anne Sexton, from âYou Doctor Martinâ, The Complete Poems
this is one of my favorite poems
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Anne Sexton, from âYou Doctor Martinâ, The Complete Poems
this is one of my favorite poems
before mowing the Pasteur, rain made strange landscape. Photographed by Yoshitomo Nara.
at Ashikaga Flower Park
Ryan Young
Mouna Traore by Saty & Pratha
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
Pablo Neruda, from âXL,â 100 Love Sonnets (University of Texas Press, 1986)
âA SOUTHERNER A LESBIAN AGAINST THE KKK,â Minnie Bruce Pratt, Washington, D.C., 1982. Photo © Joan E. Biren (JEB). Post inspired by @queerappalachia. #lgbthistory #HavePrideInHistory #MinnieBrucePratt #JoanEBiren #Mood (at Washington, District of Columbia)
Kodi Fabricant
Canât remember what my personality is supposed to be like I wish I had written it down
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THE GAY DANCE FLOOR, a composite blackout poem of three Washington Post articles on the Pulse nightclub shooting in Orlando, for the first anniversary of the event, by Keaton St. James
âthen, we became the wound pleading for the dead. / the first moments were filled with dark. itâs totally different now. weâre all still grieving but underground the 49 names of the dead asked us / for real healing. so we returned to the gay dance floor, leaving candles and flowers for them.â
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