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hey i’m moving to @dustlakes so that i can post here as a side blog & hopefully more often! follow if u want to 🖤

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virginia was an accident,

we were trying to fix our luck

we put our whole bodies into a bed of clovers and dirt to breathe,

no dice.

i wanted to stand in the light

until it broke, i wanted to be drug

home like an injured dog.

hallelujah my youth;

baked bread, ghosts, gravel

i feel the loss of things knocked

out of my memory, i feel the

danger of inconvenience like a

knife to a throat

there are things that stay

between me and the lake

there is no way there

there is no way out

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i’m her,

dancing in trailer tin,

marveling at nothing.

my pain used to mean everything

now it’s been settled-

just plain porch snow.

i screamed when i couldn’t

afford to &

under nurse’s advice i imagined

my wedding,

& the vision was eaten by fire.

i didn’t want a wedding,

i wanted annihilation.

but now February is marrying

Spring

& i’m reaching the end of my

own dark ritual.

there is no heavenly light here.

just a small bulb,

left on.

left on

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mary

were you right to stand

in the middle of oblivion

and just refuse?

the reckless strength

of your faith hung

like a moon over the mouth

of hell,

the mountains made

no difference.

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lines of pine. lake-water-red shoes.

shiver, scream, dig.

i was drug into the water by

something evil.

they threw lanterns against

the dark until i came back;

dripping in my baptism,

the town saint without a bruise.

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bent almost in half, the copper piping of my family grief that always raked itself across me until I was deformed by it, until I was defined by it— but dammit,                        I hope that girl’s doing well.

— Bianca Stone, from “Ones Who Got Away with It,” The Möbius Strip Club of Grief

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My book of poetry, Psychopink, is now up on Dancing Girl Press! I couldn’t have gotten here without all of U & ur support… Tell yr friends. XOXO💋

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antigone (sophocles / trans. anne carson)

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“The point of art is to show people that life is worth living by showing them that it isn’t.”

— Fanny Howe

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danez smith, “recklessly” (excerpt) from don’t call us dead, 2017 

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“I am still trying to forgive the world/for not letting me live forever. When I was younger I thought death/was just misunderstanding. I thought when bad things happen/there will be witnesses.”

— Nancy Huang, “Nyquil Dreams,” from Favorite Daughter (via agooduniverse)

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i.

where your mother was loyal,

mine was strong.

little fire girl, little gold chip collector.

for thirty days it rained stones, &

her heart was a glass

case of burden on her back

ii.

all july she slept in her

chair, holding a police

scanner like a baby monitor

in her lap.

somewhere else an island is

giving itself over to parsonia;

the meek inherit.

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HELLO I LOVE LOVE LOVE UR POETRY

I love you !!

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you are literally so beautiful. so sweetly.

thank you, dearly. 

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“I love you past our sorrow to stability.”

Excerpt from a poem that I wrote that appears in the collection Communion, which is free here!

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poems by erin & i with some familiar art work. lookout for yard burials

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I put some poems together with Erin for this project and I'd love for you all to see them!

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS!

SUBURBAN SPRINGTIME is a forthcoming zine by philly-based poet and journalist erin moran. i’m looking for submissions of poetry, prose, essay, visual art, photography, memes, tweets, diary entries and more that focus on growing up in the suburbs, suburban autumns and winters, nostalgia, identity crises, family histories and that pesky voice of existential dread in the back of your head!! 

this zine is essentially a study of nostalgia, suburbia and the families that live there (for generations and generations). 

SUBURBAN SPRINGTIME will culminate in a digital and physical zine at the end of this year, and (hopefully) a reading and release party in philadelphia. local artists are encouraged to submit!! 

please send zine submissions to suburbanspringtime@gmail.com and feel free to reach out with any questions! submissions close nov. 30.

in the meantime, please reblog to spread the world and follow along on instagram @suburbanspringtime