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@frenchnavy83-blog / frenchnavy83-blog.tumblr.com

K. 33. Scotland. Sometimes fannish, sometimes just reblogs pictures of coffee and stationery and mist.
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I just want you to know: I think you are the prettiest girl at the ball. Baby, take both of your shoes off and run to me.And don’t worry! I love pumpkins. I can do my own laundry. I swear to always remember you by your face. I promise to always get you home on time. If the stroke of midnight means something to you, it means something to me. Baby, I am floored by your kindness. God, I am floored by your mouth and everything that trips out of it.

Trista Mateer (19 of 30)

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Anonymous asked:

You haven't done a poetry rec list for a while!

tristamateer answered:

I’ve been thinking about putting one together! I guess now is as good a time as any. So to clarify, these are some of who I actively read – but there are so many out there that you really just have to search for yourself.

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writingsforwinter

Hey all! My new, 4th book is officially released and available for purchase! Titled POTIONS FOR WITCHES THE BOYS COULDN’T BURN, it is only $5 for a print copy and is themed entirely around witches, witchcraft, and feminism! It is a small collection of entirely new poems!

Lovely illustrations inside, including the one above, all of witches!

Snag your copy here.

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You have to stop all of this mourning for everything: velvet dresses that cling, Italian soda, broken record players,  banana pudding, violet lipstick, men. The 90s in general. You wear your hair wild down your back, mascara smeared all Clockwork Orange on your cheeks. Aren’t you a fever dream we’ve all had? I wore too many layers here, clapped for a stranger who chugged a keg, separated my split ends and left a pile of them behind on the makeshift bar. Everyone here shows their teeth so obviously I’m going home alone. So obviously I need to stop being so heavy-handed with the blush. When you want so much it is hard  to be rational. It is hard to pretend to be so unaffected when the music the stars the plum dark night slice away at me. Love has me bent over. I cry over everything. I’m full of rainwater, preservatives, music puns, gum. I want a eulogy while my body is still warm.

Kristina Haynes, “I Am My Own City” (via fleurishes)

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In a way, perhaps on purpose, these are feverish poems. They are of the body and also exist as an excess of it, sweating and leaking the history of its embodiment through veins, muscles, tendons, bones, energy, organs, medical treatments, and beauty products. They present different ways of reading the body—scientific, medical (folk, Western, Chinese), gendered, racial, national—reminding us that the body itself is a narrative, not a bare biological fact. It has a history, a silent anatomy, that undergirds experience.

Kenji Liu reviews Silent Anatomies by Monica Ong. (via therumpus)

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writingsforwinter

Lady Macbeth to Teenage Girls

Title inspired by Clementine von Radics

Yes, it was I who plotted. I who schemed and took the throne.

I began as a whisper beneath the moon who eventually grew

to swallow it whole; the light within me

was also a kind of dark.

Don’t believe what they tell you.

It doesn’t always have to be men’s work.

You can hold the dagger too, send it arcing and plunging

like the belly of a salmon into stream.

I was ruthless, I had wishes, hunger so fierce

it sang within my marrow like a siren.

Don’t believe what they tell you.

You can take over a kingdom.

You can steal the crown for yourself.

Each pulse a miracle, and each breath a saving.

I may have left this world stained

with someone else’s blood,

but the red was beautiful.

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eurydice smuggles immigrants across country lines she knows what it’s like having to stay behind because of someone else’s fuck-up medusa doesn’t leave the house without a headscarf works with sexual assault victims knows there’s no sure way to keep them safe even snakes and stone couldn’t protect her in the end persephone hitchhikes across the world which gets warmer with each car blurting exhaust she hasn’t seen her mother for centuries pandora works with breakthrough scientific theories burning with the hope that she can make this better she forgave herself for the box a long time ago cassandra is an 0800-psychic barely makes enough for weekly rent people scoff when they hang up the phone before walking right into their fates the sirens are a sideshow act turned all-girl band midas’ daughter never runs out of coins artermis works in a slaughterhouse helen of troy poses in the centerfold of playboy once they were the women people told those stories about but it’s been a long long time

'the new myths' by theappleppielifestyle (via theappleppielifestyle)

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wordsdancemag

What a way to start our year, yeah?!  Big Love & Shout-Outs to alonesomes + amanda-oaks, fleurishes, almostmidwest, writingsforwinter & @wino_sandbar! GET EXCITED — WE ARE!

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WELP, the secret’s out! Words Dance is publishing my next collection of poetry entitled “Chloe.” So thrilled and honored and uncontrollably excited for you guys to read it. Chloe has been with me for the better half of 2014, and she’s been through so much, and she has a lot to say. You can read two of the poems that will be included in the book right here on my Tumblr by clicking here & here. 

I LOVE YOU ALL. Seriouuuuusly. Would not be here with another book on the way if not for any of you, and I’m so thankful and so full of love for each and every single one of you that I’m overwhelmed a lot of the time and drop things constantly. I hope you end up enjoying Chloe as much as I’ve enjoyed writing about her. It’s crazy to think that I wrote these poems over the last six months just to challenge myself and they ended up becoming my next book. THESE THINGS CAN HAPPEN, OKAY? I PROMISE. Thank you. All my feathery, clumsy love. 

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"In reading Redhead and the Slaughter King, I realized Megan Falley writes the hell out of these poems. And ain’t that the best kind of a poem? Yes, especially if at least a little bit of hell is left in them. And there is." - Anis Mogani

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HIGH SCHOOL This is how to run a stick of Chapstick down the black boxes on your scantron so the grading machine skips the wrong answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell, this is how to National Honor Society. This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the Least” for senior superlatives. This is stepping around the kids having panic attacks in the hallway. This is being the kid having a panic attack in the hallway. This is making the A with purple moons stamped under both eyes. We had to try. This is telling the ACT supervisor you have ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average high school student has the same anxiety levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem by heart, but short-circuit when asked “How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t know. That wasn’t on the study guide. We usually know the answer, but rarely know ourselves.

HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via qalbshab)

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