Tranquil Life

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Courtney Marie Andrews, from Old Monarch: Poems; “Good Virtues”

[Text ID: “I see a tree within a tree, within me.”]

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Courtney Marie Andrews, from Old Monarch: Poems; “If you are lucky”

[Text ID: “You will grow old enough to accept your own / depressed humility and bask in the glory / of imperfection. / To be flawed is to be the deepest, most human / part of yourself. If you are lucky, you will look / in the mirror one day and see someone you like.”]

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Katie Ford, from If You Have to Go: Poems; “In the hearth”

[Text ID: “I was kept / a long time / in a flame. / And so I was scared to be in my body, / in the same way one fears a particular house.”]

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How to Dress a Fish, Abigail Chabitnoy

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I feel like an hour glass turned upside down // cracked and now the sand is spilling out

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Elektra by Sophokles (Translated by Anne Carson) from An Oresteia

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Stephen Kuusisto, from Beauty is a Verb: The New Poetry of Disability; "Letters to Borges from Estonia"

[Text ID: "Yes I loved you with my whole heart. / I never had a map..."]

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The Girl Who Became a Rabbit, Emilie Menzel

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haiku #5, tathev simonyan

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Vividly.

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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “All Day Long There Is a Bursting”

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My Mother: Demonology, Kathy Acker

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[description copied from alt text:

A poem titled "Prayer for Werewolves"

by Stephanie Burt.

Someone will probably love you for who you are.

If not, you'll still find friends,

friends who, given time, or given

warning. will probably gather around you, hold your hands,

and wrap you in soft coats and

blankets till the violence

inside your body ends.

Someone will probably love you for who you are,

not just for who you labor to be.

Maybe you're lost in your skin today. Maybe you're burning

and wish you could tear it all off. Please

don't. You are variously

a marvel, an athlete, a wilderness, a source of warmth

and a way to learn from fear.

When you have claws. your claws are yours, your ears

bristle and are yours; your irises

are citrine, pure, and yours. They let you see

through smog and pine thickets and into the future, where

you need no chains to feel secure,

and someone will probably love you for who you are:

then you will know each other's scents

and nuzzle or lope together. But for

now, you have friends,

who are not going anywhere. Please

stay here. /end description]

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Joanna Glenn, from her novel titled "All My Mothers," originally published in 2021

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Linda Pastan, from Insomnia: Poems; “Sex Education”

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Gosdantin Erzengatsi, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "If we meet"

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Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; “The Weather of Our Lives”