#postcolonial love poem

[flowerytale]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem (2020)

[mournfulroses]

Natalie Diaz, from “I, Minotaur”, featured in Postcolonial Love Poem

[fawnaura]

Natalie Diaz, from Postcolonial Love Poem

[asoftepiloguemylove]

pinterest // Richard Siken Anyway // Doyoung & Jungwoo for NCT 127 HIT THE STATES (via 채널 NCT DAILY) // Louise Glück Crossroads // Natalie Diaz Postcolonial Love Poem // 엔하이픈 ENHYPEN 10 Months // Trista Mateer // Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins // Virginia Woolf Flush (via @wherepoetsdie) // Sade Andria Zabala Coffee and Cigarettes // 방탄소년단 BTS Trivia 承： Love

[weak-hero]

Isn't bite also touch?

[llovelymoonn]

hello! this might be too specific but could you make something about finally admitting to yourself that the person you love is indifferent to you after being in denial for avery ling time? i'm going through a bit of heartache rn if you couldn't tell 😞

natalie diaz postcolonial love poem: "isn't the air also a body, moving?" (via @liriostigre) \\ marge piercy the moon is always female: "intimacy" (via @liriostigre) \\ marylin hacker love, death and the changing of the seasons: "didn't sappho say her guts clutched up like this?" \\ rebecca hazelton vow: "you are the penultimate love of my life" \\ deborah pendell shattered heart blue bullet \\ deborah pendell shattered bleeding heart

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[wedarkacademia]

I am doing my best to not become a museum of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out.

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[dk-thrive]

To write is to be eaten. To read, to be full.

— Natalie Diaz, from "Snake-Light" in Postcolonial Love Poem (Graywolf Press, March 3, 2020)

[wellconstructedsentences]

they remember what their god whispered into their ribs: Wake up and ache for you life.

Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Diaz

[outstanding-quotes]

I am doing my best to not become a museum

of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out.

I am begging: let me be lonely but not invisible.

Natalie Diaz, “American Arithmetic”

[virgin-martyr]

One bone, the lunate bone, is named for its crescent outline. Lunatus. Luna. Some nights she rises like that in me, like trouble—a slow luminous flux.

Natalie Diaz, excerpt from “Manhattan is a Lenape Word“

[elektramouthed]

 Maenad tongue— come-drunk hum-tranced honey-puller—for her hips, I am—strummed-song and succubus.

Natalie Diaz, from Postcolonial Love Poem

[mournfulroses]

Natalie Diaz, from “Manhattan Is A Lenape Word,” featured in Postcolonial Love Poem

[fawnaura]

Wake up and ache for your life.

Natalie Diaz, from Postcolonial Love Poem

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Tony Kushner "Angels in America" / Alexandre Cabanel "Fallen Angel" / Hecuba "Euripides" / Anne Sexton "Suicide Note" / Sophokles "Elektra" (trans Anne Carson) / Karl Brjullov "The Last Day of Pompeii” / Natalie Diaz "Postcolonial Love Poem"

[muguetdemai]

Natalie Diaz, from Postcolonial Love Poem; "Manhattan Is a Lenape Word"