#Catherine pierce

[havingapoemwithyou]

probably it will be summer again by Catherine Pierce

[aridante]

Catherine Pierce, Probably It Will Be Summer Again

[gorimbaudandgojohnnygo]

Poem for Right Now

In protest I say the word iridescent. In protest I say the word vesper. In protest I say that I am in love with this day, this exact day, this rain on the thousands of dead leaves in my backyard and the mourning dove and the faint growl of the garbage truck a few blocks over. I am in love with it. In fucking love. It’s true that now a mushroom cloud billows behind my eyes all day. It’s true I fall asleep drafting letters in my new language of pitchforks. I know the chopping block is vast. I know it has room and stomach for everything. But my tongue and my head are mine. So in protest I say the word liquefy. In protest I say the word gloaming. In protest I will remember how once my friend and I walked through an alley in a strange city, and my friend wore a paper dragon in her hair, and the city was five o’clock gold all around us. In protest I say the word dragon. There are days I’ve carried like candles to light the rest of my life, and I will not let the new days snuff them out, though the new days are trying. Watch me hold a decade-ago snow night, moon-bright and silent, right next to my hammering rage. Watch me house halcyon next to protocol, lagoon next to constituent. I am trying to become a contradiction machine. I am poorly oiled, but every day I creak awake again. The rain is heavy now against my screened-in porch, and the gutter that years ago my husband patched with duct tape is still holding. At this point, repaired is more accurate than patched. It’s still holding, and in protest I marvel over that. In protest I marvel. In protest I say incandescent, liminal, charcuterie, embrace. I think acquiescence is a beautiful word, too, but in protest I put it away. There are other beautiful words. Like lunar. Like resistance. Like love, like fucking love.

—Catherine Pierce (x)

[scraebble]

Probably It Will Be Summer Again by Catherine Pierce

[agirlnamedbone]

pub. in Blackbird Review, 2017

[violettesiren]

Dear spring, commit. Burst your bee-and-bloom, your blaze of blue, get heady, get frocked, get spun. Enough with your tentative little breaths, your one-day-daffodils/ one-day-dewfrost. Honeysuckle us right to our knees. Wake us with your all-night mockingbirds, your rowdy tree frogs. Gust and dust us. Pollen-bomb the Hondas and front halls, but please, no more of this considering. This delicate- tendrilling. Your pale green worries me. Your barely-tuliped branches, your slim shoots any sideways look could doom. The truth is I don't want to think about fragility anymore. I can't handle a blown-glass season, every grass blade and dogwood so wreckable. I'm trying hard to teach the infallibility of nightlights, to ignore the revving of my own fallible heart. Spring, you're not helping. Go all in. Throw your white blossoms into my gutters. Flood my garage, mud my new shoes, leave me afternoon-streaked and sweating. Vine yourself around me. Hold me to you. Tighter.

Entreaty by Catherine Pierce

[mercuryacejonez]

[havingapoemwithyou]

entreaty by Catherine Pierce

[sophaeros]

image id:

JULIAN CASABLANCAS: Albert said he was going to move across the street and it was like, "Okay...I'll move in with you!"

ALBERT HAMMOND JR: It was Is This It money.

CATHERINE PIERCE: I love moving, I was like, "I'll set us up appointments to look at apartments!" I called and set up all these appointments, and then Julian just said, "We're moving across the street." There's a massive, gorgeous building across the street. It was like, "All right, we're moving across the street."

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— Lizzy Goodman, Meet Me In The Bathroom

[moonmeg]

Mother to Son

[violettesiren]

Scene: a bathtub, dry. The noise outside inaudible behind the baby’s wails.

I know I’ve already had more than I deserve. These lungs that rise and fall without effort, the husband who sets free house lizards, this red-doored ranch, my mother on the phone, the fact that I can eat anything—gouda, popcorn, massaman curry—without worry. Sometimes I feel like I’ve been overlooked. Checks and balances, and I wait for the tally to be evened. But I am a greedy son of a bitch, and there I know we are kin. Tornado, this is my child. Tornado, I won’t say I built him, but I am his shelter. For months I buoyed him in the ocean, on the highway; on crowded streets I learned to walk with my elbows out. And now he is here, and he is new, and he is a small moon, an open face, a heart. Tornado, I want more. Nothing is enough. Nothing ever is. I will heed the warning protocol, I will cover him with my body, I will wait with mattress and flashlight, but know this: If you come down here— if you splinter your way through our pines, if you suck the roof off this red-doored ranch, if you reach out a smoky arm for my child— I will turn hacksaw. I will turn grenade. I will invent for you a throat and choke you. I will find your stupid wicked whirling head and cut it off. Do not test me. If you come down here, I will teach you about greed and hunger. I will slice you into palm- sized gusts. Then I will feed you to yourself.

The Mother Warns the Tornado by Catherine Pierce

[sbd-laytall]

Random Grey's Anatomy Opinions (Part Three)

Even without the issue of them being step-siblings, Jackson and Maggie's romance was really awful because they were both just complete dicks to each other during the relationship and long after it ended.

I was disappointed when Link and Amelia broke up because they were really wholesome and adorable, but ultimately, I found it rewarding because Amelia's best relationship was with Kai.

Meredith naming her third kid Ellis was a stupid writing decision because while her mother may have been a complicated woman who had mental health issues, she was also the woman who constantly broke down Meredith and was so verbally and emotionally abusive to her.

Amelia's friendship with Richard was a really interesting one because they were both mentors to each other at various points.

Derek was often overly critical of people, but he was 100% right to be angry at Meredith for deliberately tampering with the clinical trial and endangering Zola's adoption.

The Post-It Note wedding was fun and I wish the show had done more unique wedding things with their other couples (I know they did the Bar wedding and the ferry boat wedding, but I mean something more unique than locations).

The Webber Method was always a bad idea, and Bailey was the only one who recognized it, showcasing how she was a good chief (despite what some fans may say).

Cristina not getting a Catherine Fox award, but Meredith getting one is still irritating to me because she was the best doctor out of her entire class.

Despite being the oldest characters, Richard and Catherine were oftentimes the most immature characters.

I liked Schmitt a decent amount, but his relationship with Nico was just not that compelling because they had drama after drama with very, very, very brief moments of happiness.

[havingapoemwithyou]

planet by Catherine Pierce

[greysanatomy-bts]

[automatictrashwolf]

It really upsets me the way people have been reacting to Meredith trying to cure Alzheimer's. She isn't just doing it for fame, or even to help the world, she is fighting for her life. She is fighting to save herself from the horrible fate she lost her mother to. She is fighting to protect Bailey and Ellis and Maggie. She is trying to save her family.

Amelia pushed back saying it would erase Derrick's work, but I think he'd care more about his wife and children not being ravenged by a terrible disease than his legacy.

Nick said she was choosing work over him, but she is fighting for their future. Meredith even said it, that she will love him for as long as she can rember him. If she succeeds that might be a lot longer than if she doesn't.

And Catherine, has she thought about what it would be like to watch Richard lose Maggie and/or Meredith to the same disease that took the last two women he loved? How could she look him in the eye knowing there was a chance to save the women he sees as his daughters but she squashed it?

Meredith is so scared, and I know she is because I am too. If I had any chance to find any sort of treatment for the dementia that curses my family history I would fight tooth and nail for it.