“how many poems must you write to convince yourself / you have a family? everyone leaves & you end up the stranger.”
— Fatimah Asghar, from “Ghareeb,” If They Come for Us
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“how many poems must you write to convince yourself / you have a family? everyone leaves & you end up the stranger.”
— Fatimah Asghar, from “Ghareeb,” If They Come for Us
Some nights I wake and everything hurts a little. It is amazing how long a ruined thing will burn.
— Paul Guest, from “1987,” published in Poem-a-Day
Say the girl
ran from the ruin. Say the girl was the ruin.
— Kristene Kaye Brown, from “The Small Town’s Unwanted Daughter,” published in Nashville Review
in the sky 2018
All my life I’ve bitten at the knots of my solitude. No one wants to be alive when they’re forgotten. When she is gone, who will call my name?
— Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Notes on Staying,” published in The Offing
Fear of being found, Helena Pérez García
@ lesbians studying film : please i am begging you . make a lesbian romcom
— & how i long for such animal knowledge: to invent of the sky an exit, a doorway in the wind, breath swung open on the hinge of the jaw;
to see in the body a room & know how to leave it behind.
— torrin a. greathouse, from “Constellation of Bones,” published in Waxwing
Where does it hurt, we say. Hold me, hold me, hold me, holdmeholdmeholdme.
— Sarah Gambito, from “Charlottesville Curriculum,” published in Poetry
Anime is good actually
I am still trying to forgive the world/for not letting me live forever. When I was younger I thought death/was just misunderstanding. I thought when bad things happen/there will be witnesses.
Nancy Huang, “Nyquil Dreams,” from Favorite Daughter (via bostonpoetryslam)
night creature / gel pens
Dream career: that girl in Kiki’s Delivery Service who lives in the woods alone and draws birds
girls dont mature faster than boys, girls are punished from an early age for the same behaviour that boys are allowed to indulge in well into adulthood
i actually talked about this with a psych professor and she believes that women/young girls have been pushed into responsibility from young ages for so long that its actually triggered an evolutionary effect where young girls are literally developing mentally early in order to cope with the stress.
Panic
Stability doesn’t necessarily mean happiness. It’s not a great light bathing you each morning.
It is quieter. Softer. Now I awake in my body and my first thought is not to leave it.
— L Mathis, “Now I Know,” Instinct to Ruin