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dk-thrive:

Chattering away in that cab—about astrology, British punk music, jungle cats, Greek gods—this is what she was like: a pinwheel of stars. Lightning under a fingernail. I was watching her, nodding, watching, watching, starting to feel light-headed.

— Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!: A Novel (Knopf, January 23, 2024)

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weltenwellen:

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Patrick James Errington, from “After All This Small Talk, You’d Think There’dBe No Weather Left”
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kafk-a:

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Byung-Chul Han, from an interview published in ArtReview
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havingapoemwithyou:

I’ve been saying goodbye to everything. The artichokes on my kitchen counter — tiny hearts quivering under a knife, my grandmother’s aging knees — persistent and achy, the way my mother sometimes looks at the sky — all glimmer and home. In dreams, my car drives backwards, I run too slow, I am sitting atop a streetlight, smashing a bulb between my teeth. I’ve been exercising my body away. Here, take this machine called my sadness. Toss it in a lullaby, it needs tenderness, spring, maybe a little hymn to hum it to sleep. Zina’s favorite flower was sunflowers. They’ve been following me around everywhere I go. A decade’s past. My best friend and I are breaking up, but I’ve been grieving for so long my eyes become flutes. I wish to ask my grandfather what happens after we die, but everything I say sounds like a quiver. It’s so hard being a person. I promised Zina she’d live forever. She gave me the sun instead.ALT

unkept by Noor Hindi
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selkielore:

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negative space

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propertiesofjoy:

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rainer maria rilke, letters on cézanne
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lifeinpoetry:

“Light woke me up; I could still taste the Mediterranean, a man’s dirty mouth. Hunger enters me like another night, the sky a good dark meat, grilled with stars. I want you in the Pacific. The Rio Grande. I am borderland flooding.”

— Hala Alyan, from “Gospel: Rumi,” The Twenty-Ninth Year
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espresomartini:

listening to the same music i used to listen when i was 14-15 is something else i’m still her i’m nothing like her anymore she knew everything she knew nothing she was so right she was so wrong

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strawberrymilker:

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flowerytale:

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Safia Elhillo from “Geneva”, Girls That Never Die: Poems
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