Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies
Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies
Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998
some of my favorite tiny love stories
update:
(from nyt’s modern love column)
Ada Limón, from “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”, The Carrying: Poems
― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”
“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.”
— Georgia O’Keeffe
Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: to devour and be devoured,
““Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.” - Haruki Murakami”
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the complete works: the diary, virginia woolf // erasure, zoë lianne // dandelion wine, ray bradbury // the unabridged journals of sylvia plath, sylvia plath // the women, kim addonizio // august, mary oliver // the moon and more, sarah dessen // high bridge park, carlie hoffman.
break my arms around the one i love
poem: Shauna Barbosa GPS art: @mmelodyj / unknown / Ainslie Hogarth Motherthing / Keaton St. James HISTORY STUDENT FALLS IN LOVE WITH ASTRO PHYSICS STUDENT / @555w4 / unknown / Ada Limón The Good Fight / @sunsbleeding
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he kissed my scars and said: "you taste like the love others would drown in, but my thirst for you will always remain."
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URSULA K. LE GUIN x RENÉ MAGRITTE
The Wind’s Twelve Quarters (1975);
La Foret, or The Forest (1927), painting, oil on canvas
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A Drink of Water // by Jeffrey Harrison
When my nineteen-year-old son turns on the kitchen tap / and leans down over the sink and tilts his head sideways / to drink directly from the stream of cool water, / I think of my older brother, now almost ten years gone, / who used to do the same thing at that age;
and when he lifts his head back up and, satisfied, / wipes the water dripping from his cheek / with his shirtsleeve, it's the same casual gesture / my brother used to make; and I don't tell him / to use a glass, the way our father told my brother,
because I like remembering my brother / when he was young, decades before anything / went wrong, and I like the way my son / becomes a little more my brother for a moment / through this small habit born of a simple need,
which, natural and unprompted, ties them together / across the bounds of death, and across time ... / as if the clear stream flowed between two worlds / and entered this one through the kitchen faucet, / my son and brother drinking the same water.
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SOULMATES
Lang Leav, Soul Mates / Emery Allen, Become / Dacia Maraini, Dreams of Clytemnestra / Audre Lorde, Zami: A New Spelling of My Name / Marina Tsvetaeva, “No one has taken anything away” / Dave Malloy, Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812
HAMMOND B3 ORGAN CISTERN by GABRIELLE CALVOCORESSI
musings on kitchens (as sanctuaries of love) [part 1]
Joy Harjo (Perhaps the World Ends Here), tumblr user @floatingstirnerhead, Alai Ganuza, Banana Yoshimoto (Kitchen), Jenny Slate (Little Weirds)