#dieu dinh

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Cracks by Dieu Dinh

[typewriter-worries]

It's world poetry day so here are some (more) of my favorite poems:

What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade by Brad Aaron Modlin

All Trains Are Going Local by Timothy Liu

Rural Boys Watch the Apocalypse by Keaton St. James (@boykeats)

HOPE YOU’RE WELL. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS. by Lev St. Valentine (@dogrotpdf)

Time of Love by Claribel Alegría

Every Job Has a First Day by Rebecca Gayle Howell

ALL THAT WANTING, RIGHT? by Devin Kelly

Reading by A.R. Ammons

things i want to ask you by Helga Floros

Night Bird by Danusha Laméris

Prayer for Werewolves by Stephanie Burt

The Two Times I Loved You the Most In a Car by Dorothea Grossman

The Yearner by Rachel Long

If I Had Three Lives by Sarah Russell

I Dream on a Crowded Subway Train with My Eyes Open But My Body Swaying by Chen Chen

We Have Not Long to Love by Tennessee Williams

Jesus at the Gay Bar by Jay Hulme

Cracks by Dieu Dinh

and here's part one <3

[andrumedus]

And the winter sky is as pale as bone as people lean into themselves all lovely and alone. […] And the snow falls lightly upon shoulders and eyelashes, as I would like to fall into you.

Dieu Dinh, Tender Cracks; “Near the Park”

[andrumedus]

Dieu Dinh, Tender Cracks; “Cracks”

[andrumedus]

If you are what you eat, then I would like to eat the stars of your eyes, drink from the cup of your heart, lick the tears of your wounds. You are like a flower I would like to consume So I could be as lovely and beautiful.

Dieu Dinh, Tender Cracks; “Becoming”

[andrumedus]

You are as distant to me as a star, and like a star, long after your death your light still reaches me through the blackness of night.

Dieu Dinh, Tender Cracks; “A Sudden Absence”

[andrumedus]

And love functions as a journey where all you want is understanding, a returning to familiar lands, a touching of familiar hands, a light upon a face that marks its trace in the air you breathe in the path you walk in the words you talk.

Dieu Dinh, Tender Cracks; “The Function of Love”

[andrumedus]

We are nostalgic for all the lives we did not live, all the loves we did not have, all the beds we did not wake up in, all the secrets we did not share, all the conversations that we missed, all the times we were not there to see it all. All these lives go on, pass on, and we are unaware of it all, being limited to our own small spheres of existence, all happening under the same sky (which is something of a consolation). And this is why we read stories. We read stories in order to live infinite lives that could not be possible otherwise.

Dieu Dinh, Tender Cracks; “Why We Read Stories”