#Victoria chang

[havingapoemwithyou]

it is March by Victoria Chang

[eastofedean]

What use is a door if you can't exit? A door that can't be opened is called a wall. My father was on the other side of the wall.

[shatter me, tahereh mafi || home, supernatural || heartburn, nora ephron || devil's trap, supernatural || how do we forgive our fathers?, dick lourie || dream a little dream of me, supernatural || my father’s house (springsteen on broadway), bruce springsteen || everybody loves a clown, supernatural || father, the front bottoms || unknown || on the head of a pin, supernatural || lullaby on mount moriah, and: dioskouri, traci brimhall || mark maish || obit, victoria chang]

[firstfullmoon]

Victoria Chang, from “Pear Tree”

[smokefalls]

… grief and memory are related. That memory, trying to remember, is also an act of grieving.

Victoria Chang, Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief

[lazyydaisyyy]

Victoria Chang, Obit

[riverbird]

"There is a bird and a stone in your body. Your job is to not kill the bird with the stone." Victoria Chang, from The Trees Witness Everything

[journalofsolitude]

The Trees Witness Everything

Victoria Chang

[dk-thrive]

It always starts and ends with birds

There is a bird and a stone in your body. Your job is not to kill the bird with the stone. Some of us are made only of nerve endings. At night, we light up like radium.

One day you will wake up beating. One day you will wake up winged. Let me tell you a story about hope: it always starts and ends with birds.

— Victoria Chang, from "Love Letters" in "The Trees Witness Everything" (Copper Canyon Press in 2022) (via Make Believe Boutique)

[lunchboxpoems]

[words-and-coffee]

I struck a bargain with language. That I would not abuse or sell it, that I would use it for beauty. In exchange, I will die, while words live forever.

Victoria Chang, The Trees Witness Everything - Words

[havingapoemwithyou]

OBIT [My mother’s teeth] by Victoria Chang

[eastofedean]

Don’t worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets.

[poem by veniennes || pilot, supernatural || unkown || in my time of dying, supernatural || obit, victoria chang || ivan the terrible and his son ivan on friday, november 16, 1581, nikolai semjonowitsch schustow || saturn devouring his son, peter paul rubens || on the head of a pin, supernatural || saint anthony's church, eduardo corral || all hell breaks loose, supernatural || erou, maya phillips || dream a little dream of me, supernatural || saturn devouring his son, francisco de goya || the sacrifice of isaac, jacob jordaens || delano johnson || brothers, gang of youths || how do we forgive our fathers?, dick lourie || someday I'll love, ocean vuogn]

[the-final-sentence]

The best part of friendship is how it's always silent, like walking a path next to the cold river for a thousand years, keeping the great secret.

Victoria Chang and Matthew Zapruder, from "Friendship"

[smokefalls]

More and more, I think writing is not a choice but an act of patience. An act of listening to silence, into silence.

Victoria Chang, Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief

[sageandscorpiongrass]

Birds of a Feather

I have basically this exact thing on my main blog, but I felt the need to add some stuff and put it on this blog properly.

Rule #4: Fish in a Birdcage, Fish in a Birdcage | I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou | Song for Sasha Banks, The Mountain Goats | Elektra, Sophocles | I'll Give You the Sun, Jandy Nelson | Up the Wolves, The Mountain Goats | Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted, Eden Robinson | Photo, Graham Holtshausen | Uwani, Rudy Francisco | Antigone | I Knew You Once, Dodie Clark | Quote by Hannah Gadsby | Brother, Kodaline | Two Birds, Regina Spektor | Quote by Dan Pearce | The Trees Witness Everything, Victoria Chang

[pairedaeza]

Suppose the stars are just our grief reflected back to us, proof that grief sometimes forgets its source, that it can find dead things no matter how distant.

Victoria Chang, from ‘Starlight, 1962’