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Violet Path Allan Morgan 2023

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

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And yet, they had no name for their emotional attachment. It wasn't love--not calling it love saved them from resentment, and without resentment, they were free. Free today, free tomorrow, free next year, until the day they died.

Akira Otani, The Night of Baba Yaga

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Timothy Easton

Evening at the Iris Field

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Lena Aires

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July 15, 2026

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May you have the courage to stay soft in a world that gives us every reason to harden.

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Poems do not endure as objects but as presences. When you read anything worth remembering, you liberate a human voice; you release into the world again a companion spirit. I read poems to hear that voice. And I write to speak to those I have heard.

Louise Glück, from “Death and Absence” in Proofs and Theories

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“One must not prostrate oneself before the minor impossibilities, otherwise the major impossibilities would never come into view.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

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"Someday, you’ll stop yearning for lovers and their mournful eyes and sharp edges. You’ll know how to build your own fire in a cold forest. You’ll find yourself in the middle of life’s wet howl and you’ll recognize what a bright thing you are. You’ll reach for only what will burn you back. "

Joy Sullivan:

Instructions for Traveling West, Sad Lovers

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Feb 9,2026

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“Behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal or a window opening on something other than itself.”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars

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“We read deeply for varied reasons, most of them familiar: that we cannot know enough people profoundly enough; that we need to know ourselves better; that we require knowledge, not just of self and others, but of the way things are.”

— Harold Bloom (b. 11 July 1930) American literary critic and professor