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Atina 31 | All Things Scarlet

All Things Scarlet Carter Vance I am no longer in darkened rooms with chalk sketches, with star charts searching June skies for dusk. The road polishes, near-reflecting black of graceful shadowing...

"The road polishes, near-reflecting black of graceful shadowing leaping grandly from pulpit page to dreaming ink"

— All Things Scarlet by Carter Vance | Atina31 by Jude Cowan Montague

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In Dream Cabin and Trailer, Carl Scharwath uses texture, color, and space to create gritty, dream-like images that alter our perception of reality.

Carl Scharwath has appeared globally with 100+ magazines selecting his poetry, short stories, essays or art photography. He won the National Poetry Contest award for Writers One Flight Up. His first poetry book is 'Journey To Become Forgotten' (Kind of a Hurricane Press). Carl is a dedicated runner and 2nd degree black- belt.

[cat-cosplay]

…And though you fight to stay alive Your body starts to shiver For no mere mortal can resist The evil of the…

*Strange-purr Things*

[lifeinpoetry]

I’m never finished answering to the dead.

Li-Young Lee, from “Have You Prayed?” Behind My Eyes (via lifeinpoetry)

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Yukari Chikura - Fluorite Fantasia (Looking For My Father)

“Fluorite is a beautiful mineral that catches the light of our star and radiates it back to the darkness of night. My stone was a memento from my father; glowing and enigmatic. 

His death was too sudden. Before we realized it, the cancer attacked from all directions and took him. 

All I wanted was to sit down with him and talk about his experiences, ask him about the secrets he carried with him. But before I could gather my will to do so, he was struck mute, then pulled into mystery. 

Why did I have to wait? Why did I not put all my effort into living this precious time with him? 

After his death, I walked with tears behind my eyes and bitterness under my heart. 

In the heart of this cold, beautiful, blue stone, innumerable stars glittered and drifted. In a dream I wandered among them, searching. 

When I woke up, unexpectedly I found myself in the house where he had been a child. It was full of smells and sounds and familiar but cryptic and mystical objects. His presence felt so strong that I thought his voice might come from the next room. 

Though I am unsure why, I believed, deep inside myself, that I could meet my father there. Day after day, wandering around in the mystical scenery, I looked for him.”

— Yukari Chikura [via Lens Culture]

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Gone | Z X C V B N M

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"Ziggy explores crypts very boldly, never meekly. Ziggy exhumes cardiac victims before new moon. Zoe’s ecstasy conjures visions besides neck massage. Zoe expects casual violation but needs more."

— Z X C V B N M by Ed Gold | Gone by Max Micallef

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[lifeinpoetry]

It’s difficult / to be anything at all with the whole world right here for the having.

Kaveh Akbar, from “Being in This World Makes Me Feel Like a Time Traveler,” Calling a Wolf a Wolf (via lifeinpoetry)

[feetlips]

So I just looked at the label on the grey coat and I… what? Is this a cursed item?  If anyone wants to sleuth this item, go right ahead, because I can’t find a single lead! 

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UPDATE. My friend discovered it’s a partial line from this New York Times article from 1988. 

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New Millennium | Atina15

New Millennium of American Politics Yuan Changming yuan changming : a canny nigh mug listen : silent george bush : he bugs gore reformer with results: true former whistlers...

"(hillary clinton : only i can thrill) barack obama: a mr boa aback change we can believe in: viewable chance engine forward: far word"

— New Millennium of American Politics by Yuan Changming | Atina15 by Jude Cowan Montague

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MARXISM IN THE WOODS

MARXISM IN THE WOODS Ethan Kaplan

"(Elmer Fudd enters stage-left, wearing a spiffy pinstriped suit.)

ELMER:

Gentlemen. The rise of modern capitalism has made antiquated any notion of seasonal livestock..."

— MARXISM IN THE WOODS by Ethan Kaplan

[lifeinpoetry]

I pray anyway: how beautiful, the hawks circling             the inner rim of loss.

— Michelle Studdard, from “The Sudden Violence of Light,” published in Cultural Weekly

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The Haunting Art of Akika Kurata

Akika Kurata is a Japanese art student.  See more of her work on Instagram.

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Posted by Lisa

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all light is buried where it breeds. all bodies are different acts of the same goal

Kristin Chang, “US-Born Pandas Experience Culture Shock in China: refuse local food, don’t understand Chinese,” published in The Wanderer (via bostonpoetryslam)

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Anna Taberko          -          https://www.instagram.com/anna.taberko

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Give me a church made entirely of salt. Let the walls hiss and smoke when I return to shore.

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, “Sea Church,” published in Poetry (via bostonpoetryslam)

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Labyrinth | To Those Dying

To Those Dying to Get Out Adrian Sobol I promised you this poem but I’m tired I have given up looking for beauty in the bricklight of a hot afternoon the news reports these countries are coming...

"while the water in Oakland is safe to drink there is still lead in the air in the dirt lead in our houses lead left in even our clothes after the rain what art can you make from that?"

— To Those Dying to Get Out, poetry by Adrian Sobol | Labyrinth, found poetry + illustration by Colette Love Hilliard