Poetry Rec: “Mad Girl’s Love Song”
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Read Morei made liking Sylvia Plath into a personality
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Read MoreThe Desert Smells Like Rain: in it I read:
The syrup from which sacred wine is made
is extracted from the saguaros each
summer.
BY JOHN WIENERS And with great fear I inhabit the middle of the nightWhat wrecks of the mind await me, what drugsto dull the senses, what little I have left,what more can be taken away? The fear of travelling, of the future without hopeor buoy. I must get away from this place and seethat there is […]
Read MoreBY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Why were you born when the snow was falling?You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling,Or when grapes are green in the cluster,Or, at least, when lithe swallows musterFor their far off flyingFrom summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?You should have died at the apples’ dropping,When the grasshopper […]
Read MoreSpend some time considering Anne Boleyn.
Read MoreYou don’t need to exploit your own uniqueness.
Read MoreI hope this 9th century voice reminds you that you have the capacity to love and hope during dark times.
Read MoreRead this before bed. Dream of abundance.
Read MoreReading this felt like biting a mango. Did you like it? How did it taste?
Read MoreListen, Edna St. Vincent Millay is my bisexual Aphrodite poetical muse.
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