#dara cerv

[lifeinpoetry]

Empathy is sometimes rage                    filtered By the desire to join                                 with the lovable enemy

— Dara Cerv, from “Sometimes We Choose a Person to Perpetuate Familial Blanks,” published in The Shallow Ends

[christineshanshanhou]

Parallax 4

Issue Four, 2016 Order Parallax, Issue Four Parallax Issue Four consists of 10 full-color broadsides, loose-bound in a handmade, letterpress folio. The issue was printed in a limited edition of 100…

I have a poem in the newest issue of Parallax! A full-color collaboration with fellow poet and collage artist, Dara Cerv. Order yours today <3 LAUNCH PARTY TONIGHT! where: 245 Varet St., Brooklyn when: 8PM, 10/22 readings by: Christine Shan Shan Hou, Ana Božičević, Gabriela Garcia, and Monica Wendel 

[mortalpractice]

There is a place on his body only I found, where was pinned the whole cosmos.

Dara Cerv, from “~O~,” published in Nightblock

[mortalpractice]

It's tiring to leave it up to chance. Can't I just inject the next person with the ability to love me in advance?

—Dara Cerv, from "~O~," published in Nightblock

[bibliomancyoracle]

Find your underwater genitals 

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from “BATH EXERCISE” by DARA CERV

[bibliomancyoracle]

You can cut a person out of The scenery with the right scissors 

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from “BATH EXERCISE” by DARA CERV

[breakingwhalenews]

We are all dying and it’s effing traumatic. We stop thinking about it sometimes and go about our day, and then all of a sudden it appears, terrifying and immediate: I am going to die. The people I love are going to die. I just go blank. Some of us think about it constantly. The way I deal with this mild form of trauma (because I would never want to minimize what I consider larger and more pervasive trauma, which happens all around the world to people every day), is to occasionally remove myself. I make it commentary that I cannot hate someone else for making, because it’s the truth and I must hear it even if I can’t say it myself. And really, I am the puppeteer, so it’s me who I don’t end up hating. Win-win.

I asked Dara Cerv a question at Real Pants and this is part of her really beautiful answer.

[mactaggart]

Dara Cerv lives and writes in Jamaica Plain, MA. Recent poetry appears or is forthcoming in Jellyfish, The Volta, apt, and Whiskey Island. Her first chapbook will be published by Sixth Finch in 2015.

Dara Cerv is wearing a classically long ceramic beaded piece with interspersed dangles, the top right picture shows her wearing the grey dagger earrings, and below that, the window ring in sterling silver, with a sterling silver hammered ring stack, and the horse ring in copper with the oxidized figure, and below this you will find Dara wearing a California beach rock necklace on a wavy bar chain.