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im a scribbler. all my poems are tagged under 'mine'.
The Exorcist - William Peter Blatty
This is Where it Ends, Mats Tusenfot, 2012
-Anaïs Nin, 1939
How Should a Person Be? by Sheila Heti
Magdalene on gethsemane by Marie Howe
A dangerous place by Chelsea B. DesAutels
Revolutionary letter #80 by Diane di Prima
From The Wolves of Willoughby Chase (1962) Joan Aiken, illustrated by Pat Marriott.
I know what i love by Jericho Brown
Against Empire by Jim Moore
Where's it made? Who brought it here? How much were they paid? Who makes it? Is it made in separate parts and put together? How much were they all paid to do this? Where do they get the materials? Who paid for that? Who brings it there? How much were they paid? Who streamlined the base materials? How much were they paid? Who gathered the base materials? Where? How much were they paid? Is it good for them? Is it good for us? Is it good for the land? Is it necessary? Is it biodegradable? How much does it hurt? Do I need it? Do I even want it?
“When I creep into our bed, there is the joy and relief of a person entering a secret dimension. Here, I shall be useless. The world can go on without me. Here, I shall be held by love.”
— Louise Erdrich, The Sentence
Magdalene Afterwards by Marie Howe