[beguines]

[havingapoemwithyou]

grinding the lens by Linda Gregg

[veronicastpierre]

1515 Buhne Street, Eureka, Calif.

[gaitskills]

Milton Avery’s studio in the Upper West Side

[veronicastpierre]

It turns out buying a vintage condo in Chicago is a fucking nightmare.

[veronicastpierre]

we did it tho

[memories-of-ancients]

Gold doggy pendant, uncovered from the Susa Acropolis in what is now Iran, circa 3800-3100 BC

from The Louvre

[lunchboxpoems]

BARBARA KINGSOLVER

[globeshaped]

Brian Eno and photoshop (1995)

[veronicastpierre]

It turns out buying a vintage condo in Chicago is a fucking nightmare.

[veronicastpierre]

Buying a condo is consuming my entire life. Everything is very weird and different than I expected and it feels like we're making a huge decision with a lot of moving parts as fast as we possibly can. But inshallah we close on June 15. 🧿🙏🏻

[apocryphics]

[mossgirl]

[bonivers]

(girl who is already extremely private) i think i need to Move In More Silence

[veronicastpierre]

I need a Reddit system in here. I need to downvote some of you.

[helen-frankenthaler]

A Green Thought in a Green Shade, 1981, Helen Frankenthaler

Medium: acrylic,canvas

[apoemaday]

My Life Was the Size of My Life

by Jane Hirshfield

My life was the size of my life. Its rooms were room-sized, its soul was the size of a soul. In its background, mitochondria hummed, above it sun, clouds, snow, the transit of stars and planets. It rode elevators, bullet trains, various airplanes, a donkey. It wore socks, shirts, its own ears and nose. It ate, it slept, it opened and closed its hands, its windows. Others, I know, had lives larger. Others, I know, had lives shorter. The depth of lives, too, is different. There were times my life and I made jokes together. There were times we made bread. Once, I grew moody and distant. I told my life I would like some time, I would like to try seeing others. In a week, my empty suitcase and I returned. I was hungry, then, and my life, my life, too, was hungry, we could not keep our hands off our clothes on our tongues from

[havingapoemwithyou]

things shouldn’t be so hard by Kay Ryan