January 2012
December 2011
My new year's resolution
From “Flee on Your Donkey” by Anne Sexton
Turn, my hungers! For once make a deliberate decision. There are brains that rot here like black bananas. Hearts have grown as flat as dinner plates. Anne, Anne, flee on your donkey, flee this sad hotel, ride out on some hairy beast, gallop backward pressing your buttocks to his withers, sit to his clumsy gait somehow. Ride out ...
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“So I thought I’d learned my lesson
But I secretly expected
A choir at...”
– St Vincent
“I spend my days watching for couples and the spaces between them. The geometrics...”
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“When I was 18 I wanted to fuck on the floor and break shit. When I was 25 I...”
– Not Sylvia Plath (via cuntbarf)
“I used to think we were made of bread
gentle work and
water
We’re not...”
– Michael Dickman
Christmas Eve: My Mother Dressing, by Toi...
My mother was not impressed with her beauty; once a year she put it on like a costume, plaited her black hair, slick as cornsilk, down past her hips, in one rope-thick braid, turned it, carefully, hand over hand, and fixed it at the nape of her neck, stiff and elegant as a crown, with tortoise pins, like huge insects, some belonging to her dead mother, some to my living grandmother. Sitting on the...
Small Measures, by Bob Hicok
I went home and climbed back into my mother. Origami was involved, I was a crane for the first time in my life, but my older brother was already there, claiming dibs. In the desert of her womb, he was dressed as Peter O’Toole dressed as Laurence of Arabia admiring his robes in the mirror of his knife. I left with an understanding of why I failed the essay portion of my sex-ed final. The question...
“Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
There are so many better things for you...”
– Richard Brautigan
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Dead Brother Super Hero, by Michael Dickman
You don’t have to be afraid anymore His super-outfit is made from handfuls of shit and garbage blood and pinned together by stars Flying around the room like a mosq- uito Drinking all the blood or whatever we have to save us who need to be saved * I whispered To the rescue and sat on the dead edge of my bed all night and all morning My feet did not touch the floor My heart raced I...
This Deepening Takes Place Again, by Emily Kendal...
What if everything were revealed: where I was last night. You, etc. The rain is coming down like salad. My sister’s hair reminds me of my sister so much I can’t stop looking. Who am I to have arms? On the plane one short dream: a baby so small it wasn’t even human, just a bouquet of light with wise cellular eyes. If losing me is the worst thing to happen, your life is still a...
Brenda Shaughnessy, "Inappropriate Dreams"
sharingpoetry:
I can’t tell you how often. You in the grocery store embarrassing everyone with the lettuce. Elsewhere, food in the file folders. It’s not supposed to be there, get it? Another time you were rolling down a hill like a blueberry rolling toward me, a bear who will eat anything this time of year but wants just you. Then you are not you but the plum of a pebble that I skipped into the...
Sharing Poetry: Anne Sexton, "The Poet of... →
sharingpoetry:
Perhaps the earth is floating, I do not know. Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups made by some giant scissors, I do not know. Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear, I do not know. Perhaps God is only a deep voice heard by the deaf, I do not know. Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I…
LIVE, by Meir Wieseltier translated by Shirley...
kathleenjoy:
From Windows Near Mallarmé Why do you live as if the world were shaking with fear? The world isn’t afraid to die.
“It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a...”
– James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via proustitute)
Someone cuts me off in traffic:
sherifflauren:
I’m just gonna start gesturing with a gun whenever I am not best pleased…
“When I was a kid, I had a dream—never forgotten!—of the cool, flat Brighton...”
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Zadie Smith, “Hanwell Snr” (from The Book of Other People, ed. Zadie Smith)
