Everyone in this poem is alive

& pretty okay with it {Kes} she/her [Late 20s]

[ymutate]

Mikhail Georgievich Abakumov

Screaming Spring.

[xanaxfarts]

Rock formations in Kurnell, Australia.

[firstfullmoon]

Natalie Shapero, “Stoop,” in Popular Longing

[apoemaday]

Litany

by Rebecca Lindenberg

O you gods, you long-limbed animals, you astride the sea and you unhammocked in the cyprus grove and you with your hair full of horses, please. My thoughts have turned from the savor of plums to the merits of pity — touch and interrupt me, chasten me with waking, humble me for wonder again. Seed god and husk god, god of the open palm, you know me, you know my mettle. See, my wrists are small. O you, with glass-colored wind at your call and you, whose voice is soft as a turned page, whose voice unrolls paper, whose voice returns air to its forms, send me a word for faith that also means his thrum, his coax and surge and her soft hollow, please — friend gods, lend me a word that means what I would ask him for so when he says: You give it all away, I can say: I am not sorry. I sing.

[ahotknife]

Ilya Rozanov + Episode 2 + Jenny Holzer's 'Inflammatory Essays'

[rpfwasfine]

kay ryan

[bintro]

is anyone else their father’s female son

[nbarpf]

Something i find so fascinating about sports is when a guy is like my dad was actually legit abusive but it made me the player i am today so i really respect his decision to abuse me. Like well ok do u want to talk abt anything

[apoemaday]

The Present

by W.S. Merwin

As they were leaving the garden one of the angels bent down to them and whispered

I am to give you this as you are leaving the garden

I do not know what it is or what it is for what you will do with it

you will not be able to keep it but you will not be able

to keep anything yet they both reached at once

for the present and when their hands met

they laughed

[havingapoemwithyou]

Time, by Zeina Hashem Beck

[jeanritchie]

now what were your great-grandfathers' jobs. that's more interesting. mine were a factory worker / industrial baker, a security guard, a lawyer, and a dairy farmer.

[missedstations]

"American Sonnet w/ A God Complex" - Donte Collins

You’re doing it again—debating the use of beauty. I’m sorry, really. I haven’t been to a party in over a year and I keep needing to ask everyone if they’ve bought a gun too. So I feel most American when I’m masturbating. Or maybe when the DoorDash driver leaves my food in the lobby. Or when my boyfriend begs to be degraded. It’s all the same, really: Fetch. Now he’s guiding my hands to his throat. I kiss every inch of him until he cries then slap him. It’s okay, I whisper. Let it out, I dig. I enter him in increments, as rain would stitch starlight into marsh. You’re doing it again—confessing everything but the point. Who knows, I’ve only been alive once and so far l’d rather God’s austere silence. What’s love got to do w/ it? What’s love but a second-hand smoke? I’d go ghost too if my poems kept begging for a mercy they were born to invent. What earth-awful static. Yeah, I’d build a gate w/ the leftover bones. Use me Daddy, our lonely music. Yeah yeah I’d paint it pearl too.

[apoemaday]

Six Cheerful Couplets on Death

by Michael Blumenthal

Most things won’t happen, Larkin said, But this one will: We will be dead. The saddest thing, in each context, Is knowing that we could be next. Some take the bus, some take the train, Some die in sleep, the rest in pain But of one thing we can be sure: All die imperfect, each impure Some wishing that they had been better, Others worse, but no one deader. Shoes left, like Buddhists, at the door: Those won’t be needed anymore.

[s-n]

[argentvive]

Slow it down!

[polkadotmotmot]

Emily Palmquist - Easy Keeper, 2021 - Oil and gold enamel on canvas

[beguines]

Meghan Kemp-Gee, The Animal in the Room

[ryebreadgf]

the inability to end a story because the story is too profitable is an illness