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Wilted Evening Primrose

Thorny ingrowns take drink from me

Anticipating syncope

Twisted and intrusive

The reason for pain, inconclusive

Scathing vines unable to be unwound

Gag me and leave me bound

I spit up red

But blood always dries brown

To match my corpse silting the ground

O, wilted evening primrose

You will salt the earth in memoriam of my birth

Though mothers never kiss cadaver toes

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Artists need to lay their soul bare for the world to mock

That must be painful

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The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. -John Muir ♡

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Saturday night ☕️

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The best kind of Sunday.

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Indianapolis, Indiana // 1912 on Wallace

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A Chinese calligram depicting 目蓮僧報恩經

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An Honorary Poem in Lieu of Black History Month

Head fuzzy like a microphone

With cognizance that I do not stand alone

Standing upright, a strong-willed unmoved mountain

I pray each night we remain drinking from the same fountain

That with which refreshes us thirst-quenching unity

And cleanses from its stream an intolerant community

That we will not be mocked for our curls or an unkempt blazer

That the police will cease reaching for ammunition whilst crying out, "Taser!"

We are told not to resist

To remain complacent

To cease and desist

While still we shout that silence is racism-adjacent

Our plight is communal

May it be posted in every tribunal

That I am more than the melanin shown on my skin

That my soul is lit with a fire within

Each day we are judged

As we trudge through the trenches of bigotry and hatred

The color of my skin just as yours is every bit sacred

And on that notion I will not budge

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Lots of coffee and a long walk in the cold.

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Gloucester, England by Iain Harris

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Just saw a very serious tumblr post refer to adults age 25+ as “older adults.” I am begging you kids to go outside and interact with diverse groups of people. Please. It’s for your own good.

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You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint

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Even coming from small towns, the biggest dreams are possible. - Stephanie Labbe ♡