Prelude, Brynne Rebele-Henry

the pain is neverending...........but so is the swag 🫡

[ first contact, communion from everyone on the moon is essential personnel ] by julian k. jarboe

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not to be political but why on earth would you choose your wedding venue to be a plantation when you can celebrate your matrimony around beautiful huge bones of ancient creatures

this is how i used to serve appetizers to customers

The Zen of La Llorona

by Deborah Miranda

La Llorona rises over my town– a solitary curve, sharpened by someone else’s fury. I read a small gray Zen book Everyone loses everything. Lovers, families, friends, possessions, egos– we keep nothing of this world, not even our bodies. It’s as if you’d lost your favorite teacup, you see. No amount of searching, weeping or wailing will bring it back. If you want a drink, use a different container. Write a long series of passionate poems about your cup. Hell, write a whole book. Obsession is the mother of creation. But as you compose, sip from the new mug. It will become your mug of choice. You’ll lose that one, too. And so on. In theory, anyway, we outlast dispossession: Ceramic mugs, hearts, continents. Outside, La Llorona’s knife slices the indigo heart of silence. Nonsense, she howls. There’s always something left to lose.

From How to Be Perfect by Ron Padgett

There are manmade joys beyond my comprehension, too. The horrors aren’t special.

Anis Mojgani, “Here I am,” Songs from Under the River

Silas Denver Melvin, Love as an Act of Merciful Conquer

I won’t last. Memory is sweet. Even when it is painful, memory is sweet.

Li-Young Lee, Mnemonic

Alice Notley, In The Pines

Marina Tsvetaeva

Elle Emerson, Regarding the Röttgen Pietà

Tony Kushner, Angels in America

Mary Oliver, Devotions

Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost

Suzanne Rivecca, Ugly, Bitter and True

Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost

repetition in poetry // part ii

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