July 2012
18 posts
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“But even if you loved him. Even if
he loved you. Elsa, I had so much fun...”
– Angela Veronica Wong, excerpt from Elsa You Swore On Your Deathbed
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“Foolish to think we can enact
change. All we can do is erect symbols
to stand...”
– Angela Veronica Wong, excerpt from Elsa, It’s Too Tempting To Complain You
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“I slept before a wall of books and they
calmed everything in the room, even...”
– Saskia Hamilton, “Zwijgen” (via aubade)
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“No one can see
who she isn’t. No one can read her at all.
There is something...”
– Angela Veronica Wong,excerpt from Elsa Is Not A Girl She Is A Girl
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“Sometimes when you mean hello I carry
you in my left ear for days. You go with...”
– Wendy Xu & Nick Sturm, I Was Not Even Born When You Knew My Name
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“As the women, we are sometimes
left to our own devices like sucking
up lint or...”
– Jennifer Willoughby, St. Deceiver in the Garden
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“You unzip my dress, a curve from the side of my left breast to the top of my...”
– Shivani Mehta, The Butterflies
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“last night I dreamed about your fingers on my flesh
my body too small to take...”
– Holly Day, Sure This Is the Last Time
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“Beds are where my best work
is done.”
– Hedy Zimra, excerpt from I Bought This House From a Friend
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“Sometimes I sat for hours with the word Dear
on the page, forgetting what...”
– Letter, by Allison Titus
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“Evan says the idea that you can be transformed by love
is melodramatic and...”
– The Tutor, Eireann Corrigan
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“I’ve always wanted to begin a poem
with the line, “I’ve...”
– Mikael de Lara Co, Poem That Had Some Difficulty With the First Line
“On the couch she stared into the dirtied room,
a cigarette smoked itself...”
– Matt Wimberley, Decoding Latin
“Swinging in delirium I begin to yearn for what I’ve never had:
Thirteen winds...”
– Logan Venderlic, excerpt from Greenville
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“I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on the way it got caught...”
– Frank O’Hara, To the Harbormaster
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“If we took the time to realize that we are
cartographers of our own small...”
– Andrea Witkze Slot, The Cartography of Flesh
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“i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand...”
– Lucille Clifton, exerpt from Won’t You Celebrate with Me 