it is said that human beings / have explored less than ninety-five percent of the ocean floor yet / every drop calls my name
from WHEN I DIE I WILL BE SOMEONE ELSE’S ANCESTOR by Adam Hamze
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it is said that human beings / have explored less than ninety-five percent of the ocean floor yet / every drop calls my name
from WHEN I DIE I WILL BE SOMEONE ELSE’S ANCESTOR by Adam Hamze
The difference between the prayed for / & the preyed on is vantage point.
from I’VE GOT GOD WATCHING UNDER ME by Nkosi Nkululeko
My dad was a blue shell of a bad man. Mom talks about his brain surgery, says it like this: it changed him. Says it slow, says it deliberate, nodding to agree with herself. She is slow like this because we both know what happens after: clusters of dirt in my hair, rotting meals, the bright lights, empty, empty, empty, and the pit.
from JUNE 2013 by Mary Lambert
Lux rebirths as a calf. When it rains, her bones soften into butter, spill into the streets.
from GROCERY GIRL by Lily Zhou
They say the strangest things happen in groceries. You're helping this nice lady out, she looks up, you realize she has no irises. The little kid loitering by the entrance knows your dead mother's name. You blink, and a dead woman appears in the freezer.
from GROCERY GIRL by Lily Zhou
In the boy’s bedroom our hairs parted / like maps looking for their rivers.
from DÍA DE LOS MUERTOS by Roy Guzman
breathless, you / spill your name like a thousand postcards / into a lake. breathless, you wash the apple & / wait for her name to bob.
from [BECAUSE YOU CAN’T STOP THINKING OF ORCHARDS] by Tyler Kline
I’m rich with ideas, drenched in them, like a misty, flooded island in a sluicing sea, like a boa swimming away through a cut in a cold bog.
from THE LANGUAGE OF HEAVEN by Helen McClory
We drink until the throat becomes a vase we could break open with a whisper We wait like sugar for the hummingbirds to wisp out.
from KISMET by Philip Schaefer
When I woke the next morning, you were gone. I sat at your kitchen table writing affirmations in my red spiral-bound notebook. I am happy. I am loved. I have everything I need. It was a “practice,” as I liked to call it, but truer eyes would dub it a disease. The worm of positive thinking was squirming its way through my skull, into my gut, through my hands and poof, making me a believer. Everything would be okay, love was all and all was love, or something. The mirror told a different story. The mirror showed a fading girl. A girl who was missing meals and reading too much into tea leaves and gambling with hope. Hope is a kind of terror. The mirror showed a girl who’d paid a psychic $60 to tell her what she needed to hear, which was: Erica.
from IN THE SUMMER OF ERICA by Shira Erlichman
Your body is constantly looking for itself, remembering itself. It’s nothing like people who lose their limbs but you still think of your lost body parts as ghostly, weightless, always at risk of floating away from you forever.
from REAL BODIES, Laura Chow Reeve
I always thought that a cello looks like a swan: a long slender neck curving into rounded hips. Perséfone, a girl with the gravest of expressions, could be either the cello buried in her bedroom, resplendent but untouched, an instrument with no voice; or the swan sailing across the water, alone and determined.
from Perséphone in the Summer, Mónica Teresa Ortiz
“Abstract Peaces aims to destigmatize mental illness within the black community. The majority of the images are self-portraiture and have helped me come to terms with my battle with bipolar and social anxiety. My take on depression in Abstract Peaces is that of going to places I hated the most about myself to find something beautiful, and I think I did. In the dark our minds are left to their own devices, forced to replicate images of the repressed subconscious, our fears mostly, but I chose to see something different.”
Abstract Peaces | Tsoku Maela
Happy National Poetry Month! To celebrate we have 30 days of #wtwritesprompts for you! Here’s day 1—if you post your response be sure to tag us and use the hashtag 😘
Shout out to Tiffany Mallery, the incredible illustrator collabing with us on this project. You can check out Tiffany's work here:www.tiffanyillustrating.com
Get your free application in for our 2018 Summer Workshops! Applications close April 1st!
We’re holding three online two-week workshops from May through July – Sing That Like Dovesong, for writers of color; We Sweat Honeysuckle, for queer writers; and Orchids Without Attached Thighs, for femme & nonbinary writers. This is our fourth year of hosting summer workshops – we can’t wait to dive into dynamic literary work & kickstart new ways of navigating our creative selves.
We’re also hosting three 4-day intensive workshops in New York City in July and August! Together, we will discuss identity & craft, and study a variety of writers, visual artists, and other creators. We design our workshops for writers who want to challenge themselves and their work. We won’t teach you how to write: instead, we want to collectively build new lenses meant to create dynamic readings and writings
We’ll be joined by Chen Chen, Franny Choi, Nabila Lovelace, Tiana Clark, Ladan Osman, Shira Erlichman, Cathy Linh Che, Roy Guzman & other incredible writers for invigorating Guest Seminars.
Write with us this summer – catalyze your self-revolution.
For more information & to apply: www.wintertangerine.com/workshops
Art by Landyn Pan.
Get your free application in for our 2018 Summer Workshops! Applications close April 1st!
We're holding three online two-week workshops from May through July -- Sing That Like Dovesong, for writers of color; We Sweat Honeysuckle, for queer writers; and Orchids Without Attached Thighs, for femme & nonbinary writers. This is our fourth year of hosting summer workshops -- we can't wait to dive into dynamic literary work & kickstart new ways of navigating our creative selves.
We're also hosting three 4-day intensive workshops in New York City in July and August! Together, we will discuss identity & craft, and study a variety of writers, visual artists, and other creators. We design our workshops for writers who want to challenge themselves and their work. We won't teach you how to write: instead, we want to collectively build new lenses meant to create dynamic readings and writings
We'll be joined by Chen Chen, Franny Choi, Nabila Lovelace, Tiana Clark, Ladan Osman, Shira Erlichman, Cathy Linh Che, Roy Guzman & other incredible writers for invigorating Guest Seminars.
Write with us this summer -- catalyze your self-revolution.
For more information & to apply: www.wintertangerine.com/workshops
Art by Landyn Pan.
will there be a 2018 internship for wt?
Yes, our internship application is open here. :]