#wintertangerine

[schuylerpeck]

I wake up in the belly of the poem: lying in a bed of digested fruit, pine needles, and creek water. This poem is eating the forest line and any body asleep in it. I remember I was dreaming of the sun and woke up warm. I was dreaming of love and I woke up hearing its heartbeat.   It is hard to tell now whether I am consumed by this poem or born from it.

Schuyler Peck, I Wake Up In the Belly of A Poem (1/30)

[filter-kaapi]

‘If the wound is where the light enters, how do you heal?’ {From @wintertangerine ‘s prompt}

for @divzybxtch

[wlwocpoetrynet]

what is it?

a network for wlw of color to share their poetry. members will have their poetry reblogged to this blog and will also have the chance to formulate/participate in projects. 

anyone is welcome to use the tag #wlwocpoetrynet, and a selection of works from the tag will be reblogged to this blog every day.

how do I apply?

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applications are open as long as the sidebar says they are.

[plumintheicebox]

An innovative, independently run literary & arts journal dedicated to the electric.

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