#john keene

[nyahbobina]

john keene - sharp objects

[millerflintstone]

John Keene: Do you ever get over it? Camille Preaker: Losing a job? JK: Losing a sister. CP: I wish I could tell you "yes", but that would be a lie.

[wintywriter]

HE HAS BEEN READING HER OH MY GOD why don’t people talk more about them?! Genuinely don’t understand

[letthefairyinyoufly]

“You're reading me.” [003]

[blaxploitations]

𝗦𝗨𝗜𝗧

If sorrow is a suit, its weight is incalculable. One day he’s gone and it sews itself inside you. Mourning drapes your skin in its invisible fabric. Every memory furs atop a price memory. Your limbs, your teatures, your senses extend themselves to accommodate the sadness. One morning you wake and try to wear this new suit in the bathroom or the bedroom, in the shower or at the front door, down the stairs of the stoop to the walkway hovering before you, and you finally realize you are carrying another body, his body, your former body, your bodies together, in and on you, and this slows you, and stills you, weighs more than two bodies or many bodies inside your body, it's like the bodies are breeding bodies, metastasizing bodies, so much bone and vein and hair, and you touch the force, the heat of the seething arteries, feel the sheer new tonnage moving and pressing in on you, grief's scent like the first breath in a foreign country, and you fear your entry but you're already in. You think of flight but woe offers no exit. You sing, you weep, you dance but there's no way out. Except one. Through your own skin. This one, heavy with sweat, matted, half-shed and broken by a delta of scars, smelling of something familiar, indiscernible and animal, slick and smoldering like volcanic rock, as white as ash, and death itself: take it. You take it. You take it off.

- Punks: New & Selected Poems, John Keene

[bruce-morrow]

Love is a Dangerous Word, Selected Poems by Essex Hemphill, Poetry Project, NYC, 2025

Photo: Bruce Morrow

[mumblelard]

my kids came over yesterday and we sat at my kitchen table telling our tales of the week and talking nonsense about nonsense and we laughed and laughed and laughed until the sun started to set and the streetlights came on

tomorrow morning at finnie's house we'll all get together and our partner's too and have our monthly big breakfast and visit some more. i know this window where we are all so near and we can get together so often, i know it will close eventually. i am trying so hard to pay attention to every minute

i had dark dreams and restless sleep last night but boba kept me company the whole time. i got so hungry thinking about tomorrow, i made myself a big breakfast this morning too and it felt so good. it's a sunny day. i am finishing my coffee. boba is warming herself in a bright spot and chirping happy thoughts. i have a new poetry collection waiting for me at the library and i'm going to walk up the hill and across the park and through the woods to go get it and i'll see where the day goes from there

[dorisreads]

🔥🔥🔥Punks: New & Selected Poems | John Keene #TheSongCave #DarkRoomWritersCollective #CaveCanem #poetry