hello, dear! how are you doing? I came back to Tumblr after a long time and immediately thought about you. I love your blog so much. how wonderful it it's to be able to read so many beautiful poems in only one place. if you don't mind, can you share one of your new favourites poems? you always have amazing suggestions to us!
I hope you are doing ok. I don't even know your name, but today, just in a couple of hours, I'm going to pray for you. I'm not a religious person, but I like to pray anyways. I think we all can use a good amount of positive vibrations and nice thoughts. Have a nice week darling!
hi stranger. thank you for your incredibly kind words, the time you took out of your day to say this to someone whose name you don't know. i appreciate your presence & thank you for praying for me! though i'm not religious myself, i have asked some people to pray for me & my loved ones before, and i often talk to nonhuman entities--trees, bodies of water, ghosts. i find the idea of appealing to forces beyond our perception (& often comprehension) comforting.
i am doing ok, more or less--insanely busy, which is why i have temporarily abandoned this project. but! i just finished a writing project of my own that's taken a lot of my time and energy, so i am trying to make time this blog again, because curating it is a very rewarding exercise. in the meantime, here are some poems i have loved lately:
Tracy K. Smith, "Ash" | Strange house we must keep and fill. / House that eats and pleads and kills. / House on legs. House on fire. House infested / With desire. Haunted house. Lonely house.
Amy Woolard, "Laura Palmer Graduates" | Look up & smile. What does it matter / That the stars we see are already dead.
Sharon Olds, "I Go Back to May 1937" | you are going to do things / you cannot imagine you would ever do, / you are going to do bad things to children, / you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of, / you are going to want to die.
Michael Prior, "Wakeful Things" | Love, how inelegantly / we leave. How insistent we are to return in one form / or another.
Wendell Berry, "A Meeting in a Part" | In a dream I meet / my dead friend.
Sally Wen Mao, "Close Encounters of the Liminal Kind" | Once I met a boy on the overnight train. / I asked: Have you ever wondered / who walks across these fields / at night? Who has the nerve / to breathe that ghostly air?
Mary Karr, "VI. Wisdom: The Voice of God" | Ninety percent of whatâs wrong with you / could be cured with a hot bath, / says God through the manhole covers, / but you want magic, to win / the lottery you never bought a ticket for.