#sara johnson

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Sara Johnson - Save the Last Dance, 2001

[tyleroakley]

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[marleneoftheopera]

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

[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.

[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.

[escapismthroughfilm]

⋆˚｡⋆ ⋆˚｡⋆⋆˚｡Suspiria (2018) dir. Luca Guadagnino⋆˚｡⋆ ⋆˚｡⋆⋆˚

[hoziersong]

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

[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

[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)

[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! 🥰🤟🏻

[unwarrantedrabbit]

[smokefalls]

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

Sara Eliza Johnson, "Beekeeping" from Bone Map

[therunwayarchive]

Sara Grace Wallerstedt at Ulla Johnson, Fall 2022

[yourdearestenemyluke]

From Bone Map: Poems; “Beekeeping” by Sara Eliza Johnson // Lucerys Velaryon and Aemond Targaryen

[pedroam-bang]

Looper (2012)