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havingapoemwithyou · 2 years ago
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the end of the pier by nicole callihan
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honeysound · 8 days ago
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The Origin of Birds - Nicole Callihan // Eve - Savana Ogburn // Adam's Ribs - Jensen McRae // Creation of Eve - Lorenzo Maitani // Briar Rose - Debora Greger
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manwalksintobar · 6 months ago
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Message shoved into an empty bottle of rosé and tossed into the Hudson on a sad summer night // Nicole Callihan
I drank have drunk have drowned these sorrows these stars the smallest a jillion times the size of me a hundred times the sea
o! I am small and dumb and broken and so very very alive stranger: I hope the same for you
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violettesiren · 5 months ago
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For hours, the flowers were enough. Before the flowers, Adam had been enough. Before Adam, just being a rib was enough. Just being inside Adam’s body, near his heart, enough. Enough to be so near his heart, enough to feel that sweet steady rhythm, enough to be a part of something bigger was enough. And before the rib, being clay was enough. And before clay, just being earth was enough. And before earth, being nothing was enough. But then enough was no longer enough. The flowers bowed their heads, as if to say, enough, and so Eve, surrounded by peonies, and alone enough, wished very hard for something, and the wish was enough to make the pinecone grow wings; the wish was enough to point to the sky, say bird, and wait for something to sing.
The Origin of Birds by Nicole Callihan
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ardent-reflections · 1 year ago
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"Desire and desire and desire. All of which is to say: When I close my eyes, I am beside you."
From Nicole Callihan's piece, The Multiverse.
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andwestillhadhours · 2 years ago
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-Nicole Callihan, from "The Multiverse".
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peggy-sue-reads-a-book · 2 months ago
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nsantand · 1 year ago
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Nicole Callihan – A origem dos pássaros
Por horas, as flores bastaram.Antes das flores, Adão havia bastado.Antes de Adão, ser apenas uma costela bastava.Estar no corpo de Adão, perto do seu coração, bastava.Bastava estar tão perto do seu coração, bastavasentir aquele ritmo doce e constante, bastavafazer parte de algo maior, bastava.E antes da costela, bastava ser argila.E antes da argila, bastava ser terra.E antes de terra, bastava não…
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6peaches · 2 years ago
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Nicole Callihan - The End of the Pier
I walked to the end of the pier and threw your name into the sea, and when you flew back to me— a silver fish—I devoured you, cleaned you to the bone. I was through. But then you came back again: as sun on water. I reached for you, skimmed my hands over the light of you. And when the sky darkened, again, I thought it was over, but then, you became water. I closed my eyes and lay on top of you, swallowed you, let you swallow me too. And when you carried my body back to shore— as I trusted that you would do— well, then, you became shore too, and I knew, finally, I would never be through.
- The End of the Pier by Nicole Callihan
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rosamundpkes · 6 months ago
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And when the sky darkened, again, I thought it was over, but then, you became water. I closed my eyes and lay on top of you, swallowed you, let you swallow me too. — Nicole Callihan (The End of the Pier)
happy birthday @laurabenanti <3
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ashiqui · 1 year ago
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for @augustsjanes — loving you is sunlight.
micah nemerever, these violent delights / jeanette winterson, why be happy when you could be normal? / madeline miller, the song of achilles / nicole callihan, the end of the pier / @andatsea (x) / masha raymers (x) / jessie burton, the miniaturist / louise glück, tango / richard siken, scheherazade / iu & suga, eight / yves olade, when rome falls / @nephrosoupp (x) / taylor jenkins reid, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo / e.e. cummings (x) / william shakespeare, romeo & juliet / fall out boy, the last of the real ones / @poemsonmars (x) / zarina situmorang / @promethes (x) / david viscott / seperis, down to agincourt / @titsay (x) / daylily, movements / federico garcia lorca / hozier, sunlight / extraordinary attorney woo, 1x04 / taylor swift, out of the woods / shauna barbosa, cape verdean blues
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havingapoemwithyou · 1 year ago
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the origin of birds by Nicole Callihan
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manwalksintobar · 2 months ago
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More Like Wings // Nicole Callihan
It wasn't an illness as much as it was a grouping of blackbirds on a telephone wire, or at least that's what the doctor said. She asked me to stick my tongue out farther. She said, this is a pale tongue, indicating your poor diet. She asked me what I had been feeding myself, if I ate crows, etc. I told her about the handful of almonds, the coffee. She asked me to lift up my arms. Like this? I asked. No, she said. More like wings. I made my arms into wings. Also, I scratched at my scalp. She explained this was a consequence of being around children too much and too often. They are dirty, she said. But I love my children, I told her. I am not here to talk about love, she said. While my arms were out it occurred to me that I missed the physical world, that if I were to rid myself of anything, I did not want to drag it and drop it into some "pretend" trash can, I wanted to burn it, or shred it, or fashion it into huge paper wings, hurl it off a very high building, and see if it could fly. You can put your arms down, the doctor said. But I couldn't. I could only lower them a tiny bit, then lift, then lower, and lift and lower. In this way, I experienced flight for the first time. I found my kin along the telephone wire. From my throat, I released one final call, but the doctor, having perhaps been distracted by her own longings, had already dismissed herself from our virtual appointment.
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jeeyuns · 10 months ago
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✍️ The End of the Pier | Nicole Callihan
alternatively: Th: Take my arm. H: You're my tugboat now. - H of H Playbook | Anne Carson
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l-just-want-to-see · 5 months ago
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HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS.
dc comics’ Superman / Netflix’s Shadow and Bones (Six of Crows) / Canary in the Coal Mine, the Crane Wives / Star Wars: A New Hope (the Millenium Falcon) / Bird Song, Florence + The Machine / Marvel Comics’ Phoenix (Hope Summers) / dc comics’ Robins / The Hunger Games: Catching Fire / Blackbird, The Beatles + dc comics / Avatar: The Last Airbender / For Example, Mary Oliver / dc comics / Lord of the Rings: Return of the King / The Hunger Games / The Origin of Birds, Nicole Callihan / Man of Steel / THE TREES WITNESS EVERYTHING, Victoria Chang / Emily Dickinson
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docity · 2 years ago
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Nicole Callihan, The End of the Pier / Priest, Faraway Wanderers / Jeanette Winterson, Lighthouse / Jeanette Winterson, Lighthouse / Priest, Faraway Wanderers / Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
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