Laelaps, Margaret Wack

shark vs the universe
cherry valley forever
Not today Justin
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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if i look back, i am lost
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todays bird
Keni
Mike Driver
occasionally subtle
One Nice Bug Per Day
we're not kids anymore.
macklin celebrini has autism

titsay
almost home
hello vonnie
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Laelaps, Margaret Wack
The Love Poems of Rumi, First published 1273
"Accessible Entrance," Michael M. Weinstein
'Placenta Shed My,' aracelis girmay
"The Daughter," Katie Schmid
'Letter to Be Opened Upon the Inevitable Event of My Death,' Katie Schmid
The Subject Does Not Belong, Temperance AghamohammadiĀ
Tourist, Sonia Feldman
Madeleine Stack
Playing Dead, Rae Armantrout
Cassandra Francis, "The Unidentified Woman"
photos used:
Rex Bell with unidentified woman and horse, Photograph of Ron Lurie with Woodrow Wilson and unidentified woman, Photograph of Howard Hugh' and an unidentified woman, circa late 1930s, Photograph of a woman gambling, Las Vegas (Nev.), 1934-1950, Howard Cannon with an unidentified woman, Thomas J. Hickey and an unidentified woman, A personal photograph of my great aunt on my grandparent's Kentucky farm.
Cassandra Francis, "The Unidentified Woman"
fr. āHave You Anything to Say in Your Defense?ā by CĆ©sar Vallejo trans. James Wright
guys if you see me posting a poem that I already posted 3 years ago-- shhh. it means I stumbled upon it again, had forgotten it entirely, and felt the same emotional response as last time and while I can take that as a sad indication of my memory and mental status, I choose to find the beauty in it. I've always said this blog is a touch stone for my moods, and if something resonates with me now in a way that it did 5 years ago, then I find it comforting to know that despite everything changing around me and within me, I still am touched by the art I am touched by.
Michael Ondaatje, "5 a.m."
Todd Davis, "The Book that Opens with Night"
Najwan Darwish, "Three Mukhatabat" trans. Kareem James Abu-Zeid