April 2013
26 posts
“When you show yourself to the woman
you love, you don’t know your fear
is not...”
– Brenda Shaughnessy, excerpt from “Card 19: The Sun” (via pleasebebrave)
“There is no pleasure like leaving
before dawn in last night’s clothes.
Light...”
– Dean Young, excerpt from “Alarm Clock” (via pleasebebrave)
3 tags
“I.
That’s how we can distinguish a man from a woman, or from ourselves: only...”
– Mariko Nagai, Histories of Bodies (via yesyes)
3 tags
“I don’t know why I love you.
I don’t know why you leave me
...”
– Stacey Waite, Love Poem to Androgyny
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“This is not morning. There is a nastiness
slowing your shoes, something you...”
– Patricia Smith, And Then She Owns You
“Jeanne, I have spent days arranging
this bowl of fruit, all for you,
knowing...”
– Stephen Dunn, A Bowl of Fruit (via yesyes)
1 tag
“I took the Metro to Cité. I walked past Notre-Dame and thought of the hunchback...”
– Jeannette Winterson, “All I Know About Gertrude Stein”
“After our fierce loving
in the brief time we found to be together,
you lay in...”
– dudley randall, the profile on the pillow. (via black-poetry)
“What if love is no more than
a tangle of muscles
aching to be untied
by...”
– Kapka Kassabova, from “And they were both right” (via yesyes)
1 tag
“Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read....”
– Raymond Carver, “Rain” (via larmoyante)
Raymond Carter, “Rain”
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“so there you have it, Jack…
my desire and my withholding.
what I can and...”
– “from dear jack,” Jill Stengel
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“I don’t know how to love, she whispers to me from across the table. It was
the...”
– “Los Angeles,” Maw Shein Win
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“Right away there’s thinking. Right away.
No matter how much I want my face to...”
– “You Can Know That Wait Means Stay,” Mike Young
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“My friend, I went to your stupid mine,
carried in obligation’s very hot...”
– “All of These Parties Outside Your Microwave,” Mike Young
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“Most of my time is spent displacing want.
In some of it, the water...”
– “Tell Me And I Will Know,” Mike Young
1 tag
“That’s us in the satellite photographs,
in flagrante delicto through...”
– “Satellites,” Aaron Anstett
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“Excuse me. You’ve parked in the towaway zone of
my confidence. Until...”
– “If I Crash My Love Goes With Me,” Mike Young
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“Warm slipperiness of us in the car’s backseat
hot July afternoon coming...”
– “Doors Thrown Open to Daisies,” Rick Agran
“Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read....”
– Raymond Carver, “Rain” (via larmoyante)
- Raymond Carver, “Rain” (via larmoyante
1 tag
“Spend every cent on my final expenses:
fireworks and rock bands, one fur-lined...”
– “$500,000 Policy,” Aaron Anstett
1 tag
“On a rainy day in Seattle stumble into any coffee shop
and look wounded by the...”
– “Black Umbrellas,” Rick Agran
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“Some days I walk down the street
where we lived and the fat man
who stole ...”
– “Green,” Charles Douthat
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“Poetry, I tell my students,
is idiosyncratic. Poetry
is where we are...”
– “Ars Poetica #100: I Believe,” Elizabeth Alexander
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“As a girl she body surfed on the tidal sandbars,
the crest of wave and foam...”
– “Swimming with Seiger,” Rick Agran
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“The sun was hot in the place we loved.
Remember the grass and the sun right on...”
– “Mendocino,” Charles Douthat, from Blue For Oceans
1 tag
“three small scars on knuckles
make sounds in the early morning
maroon nail...”
– “a venn diagram situation,” Maw Shein Win
March 2013
5 posts
3 tags
“Tonight
since I’d forgotten for a moment where you are,
I search for you with...”
– Hester Knibbe, from “Search” trans. Jacquelyn Pope (via yesyes)
snap the branch
nomovement:
to wake with the sun, cratering my expectations. I slept to escape caving in, to keep my ghosts between us. grinding teeth against the cold, I continue deep beneath the hands. between the gears. with time, I could have you. but you choke from a tree forever being planted. that we, as immersed as bone, should never have let grow.
“Today’s your birthday and I knew it
from the second I woke up but I don’t...”
– Sean Patrick Mulroy, “poem to a lover on his birthday,” published on The Bakery (via nps2013)
3 tags
“bees, my
skin smells
of sun, the
insides of
roses. I want
to eat that...”
– Lyn Lifshin, Honeysuckle
3 tags
“Through habit we drift suspended
somewhere between being lost
and being found.”
– Christine Poreba, excerpt from Between Missing and Found
February 2013
6 posts
3 tags
“…Why do tears come?
I believe I am happy
and don’t
know what to do with...”
– Derrick Brown, “Joy in Places Without You,” Strange Light (via lavenderhypotenuse)
3 tags
“I had forgotten how to say yes. That’s the trick of heartbreak.
It makes you...”
– “Psalm of Snow” by Tony Barnstone from The Golem of Los Angeles
(via fluttering-slips)
3 tags
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“I
I was born in the gut of Blackness
from between my mother’s particular...”
– Audre Lorde, To the Poet Who Happens to be Black and the Black Poet Who Happens to be a Woman
3 tags
“There’s nothing worse
than feeling bad and not
being able to tell you.
Not...”
– Frank O’Hara, Nocturne (via yesyes)
January 2013
3 posts
“—Is where space ends called death or infinity?
Pablo...”
– Amy Uyematsu, The Meaning of Zero:A Love Poem (via yesyes)
4 tags
“I want to write
an erotic poem
in which raw words, unadorned,
become...”
– Toeti Heraty, Post Scriptum (via yesyes)
3 tags
“This is not what the door’s for—slamming
you up against, opening
your legs...”
– Ali Shapiro, I Keep Trying to Leave but the Sex Just Gets Better and Better
December 2012
4 posts
3 tags
““I thought I couldn’t be surprised:
“Do you write on a computer?” someone...”
– Q and A, Linda Pastan
3 tags
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“Something like soft light, something
like shadows:
This silence, this...”
– Love Poem, Tim Seibles
November 2012
3 posts
“You said you’d
never fall down
the stairs again,
so I tripped you,
to remind...”
– Forever, Jason Flatowicz (via partythighs)
1 tag
“On your first date, do not hand him your vagina, polished and thirsty.
Do not...”
– Jeanann Verlee, Lessons in Alone
1 tag
“How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it...”
– The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart, Jack Gilbert 1925 - 2012
October 2012
2 posts
3 tags
“Before you ask about my lightning mouth,
understand, I might have been a...”
– Susan Elbe, Once Not, Now Broken
3 tags
September 2012
3 posts
4 tags
“I FROM THE NURSERY
When I was born, you waited
behind a pile of linen in the...”
– Jane Kenyon, Having it Out with Melancholy (via yesyes) 