#the normal school

[thenormalschoolofficial]

open discussion, feel free to reblog and reply, if you were attending a public middle school and the same rules of contraband were in place, but you still needed to fight monsters daily, what would you do for weapons? why and how?

[et-ceterart]

details from a frame of an unfinished animation

[mortalpractice]

Once,

under the greenish glow of plastic stars,

your body burrowed into the give

of mine, we talked of the world, openly beautiful. We

dreamed of lands where giants roamed; impossible spires

on which the birds of the world convened

to discuss the day’s chorales. All we needed

was a little raft to set upon

open water, a pitched craft, sea-

worthy and solid.

We drank cheap wine. Listened, spellbound,

to Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here, to the dark

and the greater dark, candles guttering

like tiny oracles on the sill.          O, pulse          skin

of my skin          beautiful

cloud of unknowing, we salted our hearts

with a stubborn faith, being young

and full of the grief

of invention. We said yes! and yes!

because yes meant all the stories were true.

— Steve Mueske, from “Now and Then,” published in The Normal School

[lifeinpoetry]

I do not regret my body

but I regret the hands of most

who have touched it.

— Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “Transgender Heroic: All This Ridiculous Flesh,” published in The Normal School

[thenormalschoolofficial]

what if i made garden chairs of solitude alive in new salembury