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Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “All inner life runs at some delay”

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whatever, whatever. the brook is still flowing. i'll be okay even though i'm not. even though the devastation seems to have seeped inside my nerves, running boundlessly in my capillaries. the sun rays are still shining on the dewy leaves. the mountains are still young even though my bones are growing heavy. the crescent moon is hidden behind, but not forever.

Manya

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the winter arc.

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Mary Oliver, from “Whelks”, The Truro Bear and Other Adventures: Poems and Essays

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—Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years

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Les sphinx au dictionnaire   -   Francine van Hove

French b.1942-

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Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “Duress”

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Zehra Naqvi, from The Knot of My Tongue: Poems and Prose; “Brothers (II)”

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"The fifth", Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas)

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A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm

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James Baldwin in conversation with Nikki Giovanni

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Ada Limón, “To Be Made Whole”, On Being with Krista Tippett

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it is November and i am trying.

a little something by me :)

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Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

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“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”

— Kurt Vonnegut (via lazypacific)

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hi. i wrote this while daydreaming about a tomorrow that may never come, a tomorrow when i will be fully alive and live truly and do everything i want to do and be who i want to be :)

[IMG ID: A prose by Manya that reads "Tomorrow, I will ice a cake after baking it to perfection and eat it till I am full. Tomorrow I’ll draw sunflowers and paint the whole canvas into a happy yellow. Tomorrow, I’ll go to the river and watch the world reflect in its flowing waters. Tomorrow, I’ll watch the stars from my terrace and know how lovely and magnanimous it is that I exist with them. All of this to say that tomorrow, I’ll live my day to it’s full glory and appreciate every passing minute as if it were my last. All of this, because I know tomorrow may be my last. But today, before the cakes, the canvases, the rivers and the stars, my body is still breathing and my heart is still beating and I dare to say that I’m alive even if it amounts to nothing. That though I know that the tomorrow may never come, I exist today and everything I dream of being tomorrow is still possible."]