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now I know how Joan of Arc felt all my poems/posts under #mine

[borderepisteme-deactivated20260]

Don DeLillo, Ratner's Star

[ololygas]

social skills training, solmaz sharif

[blubbed]

almost nothing !!

[thepoemeater-blog]

The Yearner

I stacked three pillows, made sure my head was heavy with bills, wine, yesterday’s deadline, and I slept hard, tight as cement on my left arm. The needles came. At dawn, I dragged it like a salmon from under my body. A part of me is dead. Now I can shake my own hand, meet myself again for the first time. How my fingers feel to one another, strangers, for a tingling moment, I am another. Promise? This time will be different.

Rachel Long

[sweatermuppet]

being in your 20s is not about love or education or careers. it is about constantly being exposed to mold & being greatly fatigued from it

[wildernessjournals]

Darkening sky– thunder in the distance. Martha Lake, Sequoia-Kings Canyon National Parks, SEKI, Sierra Nevada Mountains, California, USA. Photo by Van Miller

[herpsandbirds]

Superb Fruit Dove (Ptilinopus superbus), female, family Columbidae, from Australia, New Guinea, Solomon Islands, and Indonesia

photograph by Tobias Spaltenberger 

[krispynachoturtle]

Kahn Phan

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by @barsata

[weltonboys]

salma deera

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Kim Visda, from “For Lack Of A Better Poem.”

[annori]

Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

[geryone]

Antibody, Sonya Vatomsky

[theoptia]

Anaïs Nin, from The New Woman

[theoptia]

Marguerite Duras, from The Lover

Text ID: to devour and be devoured,

[soracities]

Cameron Awkward-Rich, from "Another Middle-Class Black Kid Tries to Name It" [transcript in ALT]

[firstfullmoon]

Kyla Jamieson, “Vernal Equinox,” in Body Count

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