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Love Song, Henry Dumas

#poetry #typography #henry dumas #dear you #love song

Perigee

I used to howl at the moon when it was full and I was young. In those days, driving down 202 or into the valley or past the Wawa, when I saw it emerge from between trees or billboards, I would tip my head back and wreck the car's hum and pulse with the long, hot funnel of my voice. I wasn't unmuzzling an animal self. The howling was an obligation, a task to check off until next month. I howled because I was afraid not to--if I missed a night, would I cower forever? Would I husk into a blow-away-able girl? I howled because it scared me, every time, the sound that surged from my chest, and if I could scare myself, then inside that moment, nothing else could. Outside the car, the rest of my life trembled.

Catherine Pierce, American Poetry Review Vol. 55, No. 4

#poetry #catherine pierce #perigee #howling at the moon #yeahhh

dogfitch

Ray Bradbury - Dandelion Wine

#quotations #typography #ray bradbury #dandelion wine

joeinct

Firebreak, above East Highland, California, Photo by Robert Adams, 1982

#black and white photography #robert adams #1980s #firebreak #california

beguines

I Invite Certain Men to the Mountains

Kneel with me, men of Congress and cabinet, of gladhand and airport phone call. Men of winking currency. Men who know your names are known. Kneel with me, here, on this green, green earth. How does it feel, to know the sky as yours? How does it feel to ignite it? Look at the eons of rock jutting cloudward, indifferent. Kneel and let the fescue needle through your silk and gabardine. Are you surprised at how something so small can hurt you? Bow down to the upturned cup of the yellow poppy, the edelweiss. Touch the cracked bark of the larch. Men of streamline and hardline and hook, line, and sinker, do you see? Nothing is blood red but blood, Nothing is sky blue but sky. It's so much work to flatten a landscape into somewhere that might love you. What a relief it could be to say larkspur, milk vetch, shuttlecock fern. But you've never learned awe's language. This toothed green could eat you alive. Let me be there when it does.

Catherine Pierce, American Poetry Review Vol. 55 No. 4

#poetry #catherine pierce #i invite certain men to the mountains #but you’ve never learned awe’s language #ooohh

mikimeiko

Hunt for the Wilderpeople (2016)

#gif set #film #hunt for the wilderpeople #majestical #it is a better word

marinebeccarelli

Ireland, juin 2024 © marinebeccarelli

Canon AE1 / Kodak Gold 200

#photography #marine beccarelli #the sea #landscape #ireland #i want to go to there

huariqueje

Path to yhe Beach - Eileen David , 2024.

American , b. 1952 -

Oil on canvas , 34 x 36 in.

#art #eileen david #sand dunes #beach #water

She’s glad to lie down with trees towering all around. A certain euphoria sets in. She feels molecular, bedeviled, senses someone gently pulling her hair, tingles with kisses she won’t receive for years.

—Amy Gerstler, from “Bon Courage” (Poetry Magazine, March 2013)

#quotations #poetry #amy gerstler #trees #the woods #bon courage #poetry magazine #recently read

haciaelmar

wanderings | Mamiya RB67 | expired Fuji NPS 160 | 2025

#photography #expired film #wandering #the great outdoors

disc80s

#photography #trees #water #nobody will ever know this light!

nixscriptum

#poetry #typography #july

petaltexturedskies

July, let your warmth thaw whatever is left of our winters. Let our windows break themselves open to inhale the sea. Let afternoon naps, and outdoor showers, and books we can't put down, make us forget about mondays. about schedules. About heaviness. Let our dinners be late, and long, and filled with belly laughter. Let sea shells be our telephones. Let this long light never end.

Emory Hall, "Prayers for July"

#poetry #prose poetry #emory hall #prayer #july