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[tyleroakley]

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[marleneoftheopera]

Some Greg Mills shots I haven't circulated too much.

[cithaerons]

Lost in the forest one night, we find the body of a wolf, its throat torn open, the wound a cupful of rippling

black milk, where maggots curl star-white in their glistening darkness. The eyes hum with flies, which drone a joy

into the bones, the brain, wander into the labyrinth through the tongue, still hanging out in half-howl.

We keep walking, holding out our hands to feel our way through the dark as if we could touch as it touches,

know it as it knows the stars that float in the vacuum of its voice, that grow brighter and louder

until it unsays them, takes them back. I know first there was light to give the void a shape. I know

what has no beginning cannot end. I can hardly see your face out here but I can hear you breathing.

Your voice opens and says I think the path is this way, floats out, crosses to me

in a little cloud-boat and is gone— Keep talking. How did the story go? How dark it was inside the wolf,

which had begun as a clump of darkness inside another wolf. Then the child climbed out its belly

shining, without a name— with only a red cap by which to call her and the animal guts in her hands.

Sara Eliza Johnson, Märchen, from Bone Map (2014)

[smokefalls]

I am beginning / to see the body as a well / and your absence as a thirst / that pushes its hands / down my throat, lifts the bucket, / drinks and drinks.

Sara Eliza Johnson, "Letter from the Ice Field, December" from Bone Map

[sara-likes-things]

Im having a good time and then social media reminds me Aaron Taylor-Johnson is married to a grandma and it ruins my day. Every. Single. Time.

[tvmusiclife]

No matter the outcome today

[apoemaday]

Letter from the Ice Field, December

by Sara Eliza Johnson

In the dream, you stand at the end of the field beyond the house.

You bury something. Your hands glow like milk in the dark.

You bend, your shovel lifts pieces of moonlight into the air.

I try to call you inside but my mouth locks with frost.

The room of the skull floods with snow. I have forgotten how you sound.

Your hands fall like milk into the well of darkness you dig

and I cannot see beyond it. This is to say, I wake

with a deeper void. I am beginning to see the body as a well

and your absence as a thirst that pushes its hands

down my throat, lifts the bucket, drinks and drinks. A saint said

when the dead visit us in dreams they cannot know what they do.

You came to the field. You cut off your ears.

Your hands fell through me — two lights I almost broke

in half wanting. Tell me what you thought you were doing

when you tried to lay your body into that ground.

[hoziersong]

jason mantzoukas as dionysus was the best decision they could've ever made. i'll give 'em that

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Emily Singer at Daily Kos:

House Speaker Mike Johnson and other Republican leaders are trying to kill a push by Rep. Anna Paulina Luna of Florida to give new mothers in Congress the ability to vote by proxy as they recover from childbirth and bond with their newborns. Luna has the votes to pass the bipartisan legislation, which the Republican is co-sponsoring alongside Rep. Sara Jacobs (D-CA) and Rep. Brittany Pettersen (D-CO)—a new mother who has had to travel to Washington, D.C., multiple times with her infant child to avoid missing critical votes. But Politico reported that Johnson and other GOP leaders are trying to find a way to stop it from passing by bullying Republican members and even possibly changing the rules to block Luna's legislation from making it to the floor for a vote. [...] The discharge petition that could force a vote on the bill has 218 signatures from members of both parties, signaling its wide support. But Johnson claims he doesn't support the legislation because he believes proxy voting is unconstitutional, and allowing new mothers the opportunity to vote by proxy after giving birth is a “slippery slope” to allowing more groups the ability to proxy vote, like members who have to care for sick spouses or children—as if that’s such an awful thing. 

[...] More likely than not, Johnson’s opposition to proxy voting for new mothers is due to his party’s extremely narrow House majority. Absences from Democratic lawmakers like Pettersen could help him pass partisan legislation with more breathing room. But the optics of this are terrible for the GOP—and even Republicans are admitting it.

House Speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA)’s opposition to proxy voting for new mothers in Congress is an attack on motherhood.

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of november

jesse patrick ferguson mama

a.e. stallings momentary

nate klug squirrels

fady joudah tell life

joyelle mcsweeney percussion grenade: "dear fi jae 2 (ms. merongrongrong)"

thomas james letters to a stranger: "mummy of a lady named jumtesonekh"

mukoma wa ngugi logotherapy: "i swear i see skulls coming"

kim hyesoon mama's expansion (tr. don mee choi)

nikki giovanni my house: "mothers"

harmony holiday gazelle lost in watts

calvin forbes mama said

marianne chan all heathens: "momotaro in the philippines"

richard speakes mama loves janis joplin

sara teasdale a november night

tyrone williams adventures of pi: "mama's boy"

reynolds price rescue

mary moore easter mama said...

frank stanford you: "faith, dogma, and heresy"

elinor wylie full moon

melissa johnson cancer voodoo: "mama's hair"

noor hindi breaking [news]

kemi alabi a financial planner asks about my goals, or golden shovel with cardi b's "money"

franny choi perihelion: a history of touch (this is one of my favourites)

james k. baxter selected poems: "wild bees"

kevin prufer black woods

evan kennedy the sissies: "(the) abashed"

jacob polley the house that jack built

primus st. john communion: poems 1976-1998: "after that"

frank stanford you: "freedom, revolt, and love"

monika sok bodhisattvas at the beach in november

kofi

[callmemana]

You know what’s kinda funny to me, how people say they hate or dislike country music because it’s only about a guy losing a girlfriend or wife and drinking his sorrows away.

But if you listen to some of the older songs it’s more than that. They tell stories about soldiers who didn’t make it, missing an opportunity, a baby being born and how they changed the parents’ lives, mental health, abuse, death, the way your view on love changes as you age, disabilities, battles, how the good book can help you find a higher power, ghosts.

The people who are saying that they don’t like country music are probably only listening to the newer artists, not taking the time to go back and see the older generation and hear the stories they have to tell.

If you’re interested I can add a few songs to listen to! 🥰🤟🏻

[smokefalls]

This must be what love is: a pain so radiant it cuts through all others.

Sara Eliza Johnson, "Beekeeping" from Bone Map

[beingharsh]

"At the End, There Is Always a House", Sara Eliza Johnson

[dk-thrive]

Though they cannot be deciphered, cannot become lighter, all moments will shine if you cut them open, glisten like entrails in the sun.

— Sara Eliza Johnson, “As the Sickle Moon Guts a Cloud” from Bone Map: Poems (Milkweed Editions; September 16, 2014)

[unwarrantedrabbit]