July 2011
Why Are Your Poems So Dark?
by Linda Pastan
Isn’t the moon dark too, most of the time? And doesn’t the white page seem unfinished without the dark stain of alphabets? When God demanded light, he didn’t banish darkness. Instead he invented ebony and crows and that small mole on your left cheekbone. Or did you mean to ask “Why are you sad so often?” Ask the moon. Ask what it has...
lily-pearl asked: I'm dying.
Your blog is too ~good~
Your blog is too ~good~
Most car horns honk in the key of F.
YOUNG IN NEW ORLEANS starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was, and in the French Quarter I watched the horses and buggies going by, everybody sitting high in the open carriages, the black driver, and in back the man and the woman, usually young and always white. and I was always white. and hardly...
L’Amour Carla Bruni
everets:
literally everything was perfect when you were a kid the world was actually made of candy and poop wasn’t poop it was chocolate and war didn’t exist and no one starved and everything on television was amazing and every toy was the best toy ever made
Dream Sequence When The Moon is Raining by Rishma Dunlop
In the end we don’t know what we want
until we are ghosts already
these days
when you have let loose your words into the lethal air
your mouth full of failed prayer
you will remember the adulterous heart
anonymous hotel rooms
take the wrapper off the bathroom glass
...
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