Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women : a world poetry anthology
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Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women : a world poetry anthology
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Orion over the Central Bohemian Highlands
Credits: Vojtěch Bauer
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The life of this child in the Gaza Strip is more important than the next post, so please don’t scroll past. Baby Ronza needs our help.
Ronza is suffering from anemia and malnutrition and urgently needs care and attention, but the cost is high, and her family cannot afford it on their own without our support.
She is in a lot of pain… she is just a baby, only one and a half years old, and she needs our help now. Please donate whatever you can to their campaign, even $5 or $10 can make a huge difference. But Zeina cannot do this alone.
Zeina is also a young child in the Gaza Strip, helping support her family. It is winter, the cold is harsh, they are living in a tent, and her sister urgently needs treatment.
Please, give any help you can. And don’t assume that someone else will take care of it—because that may not happen. If you truly cannot donate, the least you can do is share.
Merry Meow 🎅
I was sent the CECOT segment anonymously in a group chat.
It's also up on the Internet Archive now, by the way
Unfortunately, I will die. Malnutrition and anemia are destroying my body. If you choose to ignore this, then you need to question your humanity.
No one cares about us anymore. I say this honestly. We are hungry and desperate in Gaza. Please donate, share, and speak about us before it is too late.
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Please share
Guys, I’ve been in a hospital bed for 5 months and my condition keeps getting worse. If you can’t donate, please share.
Today my toddler INSISTED we open every sauce that came with our Chinese take out so she could sample every single one. She didn’t care for the spicy mustard, she LOVED the soy sauce, she said BLEH BLEH to duck sauce, and she said OH SO GOOD to sweet and sour
She then decided she needed to shove an ENTIRE crab Rangoon into her mouth which gave me a heart attack but she did in fact manage to eat the entire thing with minimal effort on her part. This was after she chanted “RANGOON RANGOON RANGOON!” at us until we gave her one.
Kids are fun and I am exhausted
this is what it means to be human
Everything, Mary Oliver
The Breathing, Denise Levertov
A Prayer by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski
Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)
Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara
Eating Together by Li-Young Lee
The Orange by Wendy Cope
The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón
To Go Mad, Paruyr Sevak
Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro
Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Peace XVIII, Khalil Gibran
Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")
Here and Now by Peter Balakian
Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke
The Thing Is by Ellen Bass
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver
What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine
Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva
You Are Tired (I Think) by E. E. Cummings
Living With the News by W.S.Merwin
What the Living Do by Marie Howe
“I don’t want to be a burden” you’re more like a relief, a gift, a blessing actually
“i dont want to be a burden” dude i found the point of it all thanks to you. i realised the joy of existing is doing so with you bro
"i don't want to be a burden" you're worth carrying. i don't care if you'd be worth it to you; you're worth it to me. i smile every time i think of you. and buddy you're just gonna have to figure out how to cope w that <3
"I don't want to be a burden" human hands and arms and hearts are made for carrying.