"Let me into your silence."

B/24

[wedge-of-poetry]

[redlipstickresurrected]

Vanessa Lubach (British, based Norwich, Norfolk, England) - Hector  Linocut

[emilydb]

[mournfulroses]

Chelsea Wolfe ph. c. October 2020

[plathbelljar]

There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

–

Only Death, Pablo Neruda

[fravery]

Albert Jacques FRANCK R.C.A (Canadian 1899 - 1973) Behind Sullivan Street .1968

[mintghost]

Nicole Dollanganger

[metaphorformetaphor]

“each word a chemistry binding us to particular endless longings we take now as our own”

— Anne Michaels, from “Sea of Lanterns,” All We Saw (Bloomsbury Publishing, 2017)  

[hongrie]

head over hairs for you, marie claire china feb. 19

[jazbaaati]

Houses are really bodies . We connect ourselves with walls, roofs, and objects just as we hang on to our livers, skeletons, flesh and bloodstream.

Leonara Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet.

[larmoyante]

“do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed—”

— Mary Oliver, “The Sun”

[yesseptember]

Jane Newland

[herb-pepper-witch]

“The work of magic involves transformation, and the first transformation is the shift of perception.”

— Marion Weinstein

[adriamercuri]

this handsome accident is now available as a print

[janasojka]

Fragments.

[quotemadness]

“Under your skin the moon is alive.”

— Pablo Neruda

[tomorrowcomesomedayblog]

People on Sunday