#olstein?

[northwindow]

Lisa Olstein, from Dream Apartment

[asoftepiloguemylove]

hi! can i request a web weave for when you love your partner and the feelings are mutual but you know you’re not meant to be? like when it’s an already existing relationship and everything’s good but you just know it’s not gonna result in marriage and getting old together. please and thank you!

i hope you're doing well <33

Homer The Iliad / Lisa Olstein Cold Satellite; Little Stranger / boygenius Bite the Hand / Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye When Love Arrives / @/ratsandlilies.art (on instagram) / pinterest / Anne Carson Glass, Irony and God / @/ratsandlilies.art (on instagram) / Ross Gay Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude

[extollingtheeveryday]

Lisa Olstein // "Dear One Absent This Long While"

[violettesiren]

This is how it is to sleep with deer nearby, invisibly around in beds of flattened grasses, wet muzzles wetted with dew late, when it comes,

and early they are standing, true prey, watching the air with satellite-dish ears as they nose the ground, crushing ferns between tooth and hoof.

Forgive me if I touch your face in place of another face, with these fingers in the place of other fingers, my own, the ones I remember.

There is no end that does not end, no going on that does not worsen. The moment is far away. The dents in my eyes are where the future lives

but my eyes are closed. Sleep ravels away from me. One by one we gentle our loves to the ground. This is how it is to sleep near a sea

that sounds like the traffic of familiar feet, the way rain sounds to the sea, the way deer sound to a cougar gliding across the field at hungry dawn.

Aubade by Lisa Olstein

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

A gorgeous, haunting song…and apropos for US Independence Day. Music by Jeffrey Foucault, lyrics by poet Lisa Olstein.

[typewriter-worries]

Dear One Absent This Long While, Lisa Olstein

[ Text ID: Yours is the name the leaves chatter / at the edge of the unrabbited woods. ]

[oflights]

Dear One Absent This Long While

It has been so wet stones glaze in moss; everything blooms coldly.

I expect you. I thought one night it was you at the base of the drive, you at the foot of the stairs,

you in a shiver of light, but each time leaves in wind revealed themselves,

the retreating shadow of a fox, daybreak. We expect you, cat and I, bluebirds and I, the stove.

In May we dreamed of wreaths burning on bonfires over which young men and women leapt.

June efforts quietly. I’ve planted vegetables along each garden wall

so even if spring continues to disappoint we can say at least the lettuce loved the rain.

I have new gloves and a new hoe. I practice eulogies. He was a hawk

with white feathered legs. She had the quiet ribs of a salamander crossing the old pony post road.

Yours is the name the leaves chatter at the edge of the unrabbited woods.

Lisa Olstein

[havingapoemwithyou]

dear one absent this long while by lisa olstein

[agirlnamedbone]

—Lisa Olstein (Little Stranger, Copper Canyon Press)

[aestheticallypleasinganimeboys]

Olstein - Brown Dust 2

[womens-art]

Lisa Olstein, "Radio Crackling, Radio Gone" from Radio Crackling, Radio Gone

[poem-today]

A poem by Lisa Olstein

Dear One Absent This Long While

It has been so wet stones glaze in moss; everything blooms coldly. I expect you. I thought one night it was you at the base of the drive, you at the foot of the stairs, you in a shiver of light, but each time leaves in wind revealed themselves, the retreating shadow of a fox, daybreak. We expect you, cat and I, bluebirds and I, the stove. In May we dreamed of wreaths burning on bonfires over which young men and women leapt. June efforts quietly. I’ve planted vegetables along each garden wall so even if spring continues to disappoint we can say at least the lettuce loved the rain. I have new gloves and a new hoe. I practice eulogies. He was a hawk with white feathered legs. She had the quiet ribs of a salamander crossing the old pony post road. Yours is the name the leaves chatter at the edge of the unrabbited woods.

Lisa Olstein

More poems by Lisa Olstein are available through her website.

[workingclasshistory]

On this day, 17 June 1926, Eve’s Hangout, a New York underground queer and radical cafe run by Eve Adams, was raided by police. Adams was born Chawa Zloczower in Poland to a Jewish family in 1891. Her Hangout was a lesbian bar, it was host to a number of meetings, poetry nights, and a safe haven for radicals in Greenwich village. The proprietor, cut a scandalous figure having open lesbian relationships and eschewing what at the time was traditional women's wear. She was a well known associate of anarchists and had made her living in the US through collecting subscriptions to anarchist and socialist papers. The cafe would be targetted by landlords and police and was eventually raided on June 17. Adams was arrested and many queer and radical texts were destroyed including Adams' own Lesbian Love. She would be found guilty of "obscenity" and deported. Adams then lived in France where she would continue to sell radical publications and fall in love with Jewish cabaret singer Hella Olstein. Adams and Olstein were both arrested in Nice in 1943 and sent to Auschwitz where they were murdered. More information, sources and map: https://stories.workingclasshistory.com/article/7789/eve's-hangout-raided https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=646038570902695&set=a.602588028581083&type=3

[violettesiren]

It has been so wet stones glaze in moss; everything blooms coldly.

I expect you. I thought one night it was you at the base of the drive, you at the foot of the stairs,

you in a shiver of light, but each time leaves in wind revealed themselves,

the retreating shadow of a fox, daybreak. We expect you, cat and I, bluebirds and I, the stove.

In May we dreamed of wreaths burning on bonfires over which young men and women leapt.

June efforts quietly. I’ve planted vegetables along each garden wall

so even if spring continues to disappoint we can say at least the lettuce loved the rain.

I have new gloves and a new hoe. I practice eulogies. He was a hawk

with white feathered legs. She had the quiet ribs of a salamander crossing the old pony post road.

Yours is the name the leaves chatter at the edge of the unrabbited woods.

Dear One Absent This Long While by Lisa Olstein

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of august

marge piercy circles on the water: selected poems of marge piercy: "for the young who want to"

marilyn chin fruit études

lisa olstein radio crackling, radio gone: "the hypnotist's daughter"

elizabeth willis address: "the witch"

jana prikryl the after party: "to tell of bodies changed"

diane seuss backyard song

alison c. rollings original [sin]

gerard malanga cornelius...cornelius gurlitt

todd boss rocket

beyza ozer to summarise a galaxy

john foy night vision: "woods"

clodagh beresford dunne ford galaxy

dorianne laux smoke: "heart"

anthony madrid like a cloud above the ravine

pascale petit swamp deer

frank o'hara maurice ravel

adonis selected poems: "desert" (tr. khaled mattawa)

sonja johanson three deer in oquossoc

melissa stein terrible blooms: "lemon and cedar"

w. s. di piero having my cards read

thomas hoagland bible study

peter campion big avalanche ravine

alberto ríos the smallest muscle in the human body: "rabbits and fire"

lena khalaf tuffaha water & salt: "mountain, stone"

josephine miles desert

jeanne murray walker invocation to convince a baby already more than twelve days overdue to come out of the womb

andrew hudgins the imagined copperhead

robert carr stargazing while sedated

mary ruefle among the musk ox people: poems: "blood soup"

jack collom red car goes by: selected poems 1955-2000: "bald eagle count"

mahmoud darwish to a young poet (tr. fady joudah)

kofi

[pierreism]

Horse, 2023 by Lisa Olstein