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@throughthezeitgeist
by Elizabeth Karlson
On the Fifth Day
by Jane Hirshfield
On the fifth day the scientists who studied the rivers were forbidden to speak or to study the rivers.
The scientists who studied the air were told not to speak of the air, and the ones who worked for the farmers were silenced, and the ones who worked for the bees.
Someone, from deep in the Badlands, began posting facts.
The facts were told not to speak and were taken away. The facts, surprised to be taken, were silent.
Now it was only the rivers that spoke of the rivers, and only the wind that spoke of its bees,
while the unpausing factual buds of the fruit trees continued to move toward their fruit.
The silence spoke loudly of silence, and the rivers kept speaking, of rivers, of boulders and air.
Bound to gravity, earless and tongueless, the untested rivers kept speaking.
Bus drivers, shelf stockers, code writers, machinists, accountants, lab techs, cellists kept speaking.
They spoke, the fifth day, of silence.
Izumi Shikibu, from a poem featured in Japanese Poetic Diaries; The Diary of Izumi Shikibu
i wish you could know me
willing and able by noah kahan. handcut collage by me.
— isa b. this survival hasn't been soft
Tuesday Riddell — Mushrooms, Ferns and Raindrops (23.5 karat gold leaf, silver leaf, gold & silver powder, pigment and paint, on lacquered board, 2025)
by Annette Jalilova
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Matt Nelson
Growing Up Joy Sullivan
Empress Jitō, from a poem titled "The Empress's Song," featured in Japanese Women Poets: An Anthology
The world is violent and mercurial — it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love — love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.
Tennessee Williams
The Score Maggie Smith
Resistance Traci Brimhall