1. Bound

    Aline Murray Kilmer
    If I had loved you, soon, ah, soon I had lost you.
    Had I been kind you had kissed me and gone your faithless way.
    The kiss that I would not give is the kiss that your lips are holding:
    Now you are mine forever, because of all I have cost you.

    You think that you are free and have given over your sighing,
    You think that from my coldness your love has flown away:
    But mine are the hands you shall dream that your own are holding,
    And mine is the face you shall look for when you are dying.
  2. The Coffee Cup by Donald Hall

    The newspaper, the coffee cup, the dog’s
    impatience for his morning walk:
    These fibers braid the ordinary mystery.
    After the marriage of lovers
    the children came, and the schoolbus
    that stopped to pick up the children,

    and the expected death of the retired
    mailman Anthony “Cat” Middleton
    who drove the schoolbus for a whole
    schoolyear, a persistence enduring
    forever in the soul of Marilyn
    who was six years old that year.

    We dug a hole for him. When his widow
    Florence sold the Cape and moved to town
    to live near her daughter, the Mayflower
    van was substantial and unearthly.
    Neither lymphoma nor a brown-and-white
    cardigan twenty years old

    made an exception, not elbows nor
    Chevrolets nor hills cutting blue
    shapes on blue sky, not Maple Street
    nor Main, not a pink-striped canopy
    on an ice cream store, not grass.
    It was ordinary that on the day

    of Cat’s funeral the schoolbus arrived
    driven by a woman called Mrs. Ek,
    freckled and thin, wearing a white
    bandana and overalls, with one
    eye blue and the other gray. Everything
    is strange; nothing is strange:

    yarn, the moon, gray hair in a bun,
    New Hampshire, putting on socks.

  3. Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey

    Scrambled eggs and whiskey
    in the false-dawn light. Chicago,
    a sweet town, bleak, God knows,
    but sweet. Sometimes. And
    weren’t we fine tonight?
    When Hank set up that limping
    treble roll behind me
    my horn just growled and I 
    thought my heart would burst.
    And Brad M. pressing with the
    soft stick and Joe-Anne
    singing low. Here we are now
    in the White Tower, leaning
    on one another, too tired
    to go home. But don’t say a word,
    don’t tell a soul, they wouldn’t
    understand, they couldn’t, never
    in a million years, how fine,
    how magnificent we were
    in that old club tonight.

    Hayden Carruth
  4. 01:29 31st Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from official-mens-frights-activist

    There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.
  5. and if there is sobbing it is not my sobbing 
    and we will both pretend not to hear it.

  6. 23:28 19th Jul 2014

    Notes: 46

    Reblogged from spokenwordacademy

    Sometimes you are a broken barn.
    Sometimes you are the street & trees.
    Sometimes a spool of purple string.

    You are a colander, sometimes
    losing things.

    Sometimes what keeps you alive is a mystery.

    — Aracelis Girmay, from Portrait of the Woman as a Skein (via spokenwordacademy)
  7. 02:14 7th Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from the-final-sentence

    Slowly you translate fear into love, the way the moon’s blood is the sea.
    — Anne Michaels, from “What the Light Teaches”, in Miner’s Pond

    Favourite final sentences

    (via the-final-sentence)

    (Source: growing-orbits)

  8. 02:05

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    Reblogged from powells

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"Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within."—James Baldwin


    "Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within."
    —James Baldwin

  9. 01:54

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    Reblogged from just-yasmeen


    1) You’re empowering.
    2) I like your voice.
    3) You’re strong.
    4) I think your ideas/beliefs matter.
    5) I’m so happy you exist.
    6) More people should be listening to what you have to say.
    7) You’re a very warm hearted person.
    8) It’s nice seeing such kindness.
    9) You’re very down to earth.
    10) You have a beautiful soul.
    11) You inspire me to become a better person.
    12) Our conversations bring me a lot of joy.
    13) It’s good to see someone care so much.
    14) You’re so understanding.
    15) You matter a lot to me.
    16) You’re important even if you don’t think so.
    17) You’re intelligent.
    18) Your passion is contagious.
    19) Your confidence is refreshing.
    20) You restore my faith in humanity.
    21) You’re great at being creative.
    22) You’re so talented at ____.
    23) I don’t get tired of you the way I get tired of other people.
    24) You have great taste in ___.
    25) I’m happy I stayed alive long enough to meet you.
    26) I wish more people were like you.
    27) You’re so good at loving people.
    — 3:29 p.m. feel free to add to this!  (via expresswithsilence)

    (Source: angryasianfeminist)

  10. 22:15 4th Jul 2014

    Notes: 68

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