June 2012
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It’s terribly lonely tonight. How do I lull my heart? How do I bring the moon closer to me?
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I am going into summer hibernation. Wake me when the air is thicker and the ground more stable for these toes of mine.
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On Mondays, I am like a blank sheet of paper,
though by Wednesday, I have creases on my sides,
that creep towards the center.
By Thursday, there are rips and tears,
violated by stains, yet no words.
By Friday, I bleed. The blue and red veins tangle
and cut loose. They turn into violet bruises
across the white page.
On Saturday, letters appear and by Sunday,
they have grown into...
I have been hiding the truth underneath my eyelids, praying that they will not slip out and tease me.
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clavicola:
Yarn | Andrea Gibson
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“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.”
– Neil Gaiman
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Things that were beautiful today (June 26th)
Two children putting a flower in their mother’s hair.
The letter, so delicately written. To feel the spin of the world lighten a bit.
Running in the nightly breeze, even a few skips. To have a friend.
I feel I have lifted the weight off these words, lightened them, by giving only the truth. Naked, and natural, exposed without a face.
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“All day the city readied for the snowstorm;
plows lined the corners of the...”
– “In Which the Earth Splits Under Our Feet,” Florencia Varela
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“Here’s what I’ve got, the reasons why our marriage
might work: Because you wear...”
– Matthew Olzmann, “Mountain Dew Commercial Disguised as a Love Poem”
I don’t know if I can write anymore. I feel like I’m tearing off bits of myself and feeding it to the paper.
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Things that were beautiful today (June 21st)
Listening from underneath you. The ceiling over me, your floor, the canvas beneath your soles, stroked by the maneuvers of your feet. And then to see your face, like tasting the icing on your birthday cake, but denying the rest.
“Don’t underestimate this precious time,” repeat to me, time and time again.
The capacity of beauty,...
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“Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your...”
– Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
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Things that were beautiful today (June 18th)
To be calm, to let my body dance to the air’s composition, to the layers of gases thinning between my fingers, of nitrogen and oxygen, of argon and carbon dioxide. This lasted only a few moments.
Voices — in different frequencies and sequences, radiating from somewhere deeper inside of us that we care to believe. Soothing like warm milk,...
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I fear the very caves that open like your mouth and throw me off my boat, in the middle of June take hold of me, my anchors are too cold to keep me company, my fingers are too stiff and thick too full of fabrication, to keep me company, in the middle of June all I have is the blankets that I hide under when morning comes and when morning leaves, either way I am always dreaming of you, like...
Anonymous asked: May I ask what your favourite blogs are?
Anonymous asked: In love with your mind.
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Things that were beautiful today (June 16th)
The surrounding warmth in spring rain, burning not from simply the sun, but from people. People who wear their happiness like necklaces around their freckled necks. People who have never laid eyes on poetry, but speak in it and move to it without knowing.
The lines of faraway mountains, the rustle of shovel on dirt, the little footsteps, hazelnut...
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“It is June. I am tired of being brave.”
– Anne Sexton, from “The Truth the Dead Know”
Anonymous asked: what's your secret?
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clavicola:
La Vie en Rose // Louis Armstrong
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I love you, I love you.
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Things that were beautiful today (June 12th)
The smell of roasted coffee beans, the bitter taste of it on my tongue. The bliss of a full belly, the comfortable silence that lingers between violin strings. There were thieves who wanted to steal my happiness, but it could not be done, no.
Visiting my grandmother and sitting with her on the living room couch, watching her smile and speak of her...
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Under the August moon, when you fall in love with the neighbor’s daughter, promise me this: You’ll take her starved hands and house them in yours, you’ll touch her face with the collision of meteors on earth, you’ll inhale her doubt and mold it into a wooden oath. Promise that you’ll give her flowers, hand written notes and early morning phone calls. Promise me.
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There is so much beauty, there is so much that we do not let ourselves feel. Nestled in the veins of spring leaves, in the currents that carry dandelion seeds. Let it wrap around your arms and toes, say hello and thank-you, but never good-bye. Do not cry tonight, please. Tonight, hold out the birthmarks and craters on your skin, and surrender to their symmetry.
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Hello June, my dear, I would like to say I love you, but my love is only true in the middle of April thunderstorms when no one cries and wine tastes sweet.
Hello June, hello my June Be my lover, but be kind June, be my lover and make up for all the lost love, the love of war, soldiers and gun shots that wake us up in the middle of the night.
Make me happy, but be kind, please June, tell me...
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Things that were beautiful today (June 8th)
Poetry — Poetry that lined the interiors of my eyelids, and moved with every drift, with every blink. The movements were hollow, soundless, but followed with arches and pirouettes. It was urgent, calling me again and again, but I kept my head down and waited for it to cross the busy streets, the cars my thoughts, begging to crash and take lives,...
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“All we’ve ever shared was a class together,
one common textbook and a few hours...”
– Jameson Fitzpatrick, “Of Course the Moon is Full”
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Things that were beautiful today (June 7th)
This is a forceful attempt to find the beauty that always seemed to be bound around me. It’s been a few days and I haven’t seen it anywhere, even when I look. There must be lint in my eyes, there must be something wrong. I’ve gathered countless dreams, stacked them on my bedside table, hoarded them in vain. This is how I’ve...
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“The less I needed, the better I felt.”
– Charles Bukowski
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I’ve been feeling really lost lately. The world is moving and I feel dizzy at the thought of it.
