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Robert Bly (via theparisreview)
I would say you succeeded, Robert.
In her widow’s purse
my mother carries
a thought heavier
than her heartwhen no one’s looking
she takes it out
and examines it
with her face avertedwhen no one’s looking
she sews a blanket
from the thread of that thought
to tuck us all inonly its familiar weight
could make us fall asleeponly its maternal dark
could make us luminous.—Charles Simic, “Between Parentheses”
Art Credit Daniel Bradley Bohman, “Patchwork.”
While in graduate school at the University of Houston, I supplemented my income by working as a writer in residence for Writers in the Schools (WITS). I was with WITS for three years, during which I visited third, fourth, and fifth grade classrooms, and worked with groups of students visiting the…
Underwater Cathedral by Didier Massard
I genuinely feel that my existence is justified by this Wired piece. (via helenlewiswrites)
I love this so much! Am now adopting “Lewis’s Law” into my writing and speech forever more!
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Oh fuck, that’s accurate
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How often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
Why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
Where did it begin? What went wrong? And who made you feel so worthless?
If they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
All this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
And what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
How are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
Where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?
Where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?”
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