May 2013
23 posts
meanwhile back home at the ranch
I still get up early in the morning and
I never knew a better place
“Sappho with violets in your smile,
why lie awake counting the Pleiades?
Why...”
– Ψάπφοι Σελάννα (The Moon to Sappho”), Sonya Taaffe | Apex Magazine
The poet explicates her work here, and it’s amazing. She writes more about Sappho here, and it’s just as beautiful. (via theredshoes)
my pumpkin , i’ll carve you right
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“I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to...”
– Zelda Fitzgerald (via seabois)
a dream
i dreamt that me and ford madox ford were eating pancakes and he kept saying “you owe this to me! just give me this!” and i kept stirring cream into my coffee even though it makes me sick, he started crying (i’m not even sure what FMF looks like but in my dream he looked like gregory peck but balder)
1 tag
April 2013
68 posts
this chapter of my memoir opens with me listening to the willowz and feeling sorry for myself while my sister puts on eyeliner
“Her eyelids were painted blue.
When she closed her eyes the sea
rolled in like...”
– Yusef Komunyakaa, “Omens” (via seabois)
levitikissed:
Tonight I wanna get wasted and watch an Elizabeth Taylor movie.
i always want just a little bit more than anyone can give me
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sweat and grass and dandelions
i remember you in a yellow dress on a high stone wall, sucking on a prune stone
we would crush bloodbugs and paint eachother’s arms, i would eat raspberries off my fingertips & you would laugh with seeds in yr teeth
“Cold glass, how you insert yourself
Between myself and myself.
I scratch like...”
– Sylvia Plath, from The Other (via rabid-glow)
young and dumb and full of blood
Nair Bud
grimelords:
Horrible hairless dog ruins basketball game. Ruins family. Slippery horrible hairless dog ruins the life of one very special little boy. Ain’t no rules that say this detestable slimy hairless dog can’t bite the coach and incur his wrath. We had no precedents for this when we wrote the rulebook. Get this gross hairless dog out of my gym.
“Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil,...”
– Jeffrey McDaniel (via seabois)
