2025
REMAIN BRAVE.
skate flat stones across the river.
make my home a sanctuary, a shelter, a welcome resting place.
learn the first names and favorite foods of neighbors.
keep the windows open as long as warmth allows.
ask myself: will it make a good memory?
earlier mornings, longer walks.
remember I am not without my own seasons.
write recipes on paper. print photos out for framing. seek the tangible, the homemade.
speak out about harm when I see it done. leave room for learning, but never complacency.
one long summer drive to myself. an overnight somewhere new if possible.
let the candles burn through winter.
joy is not made to be a crumb, but a feast. arrive fork and knife in hand.
BE HOPEFUL, BUT ALSO IN ACTION.
Hi,
I am najah, a mother from Gaza 🇵🇸🍉writing to you with a heavy heart and great worries in this harsh winter.
• We are in dire
need of 2 tents, blankets and clothes to keep my children warm and safe⛺️
I sent this message to only 50 people, and if each of them donates just 25 euros, I will be able to achieve my first goal: to provide clothes for my children and family and keep them alive. ❤️👨👩👧👦
Verified by:
@90-ghost
@gazavetters 49#
Every little help makes a big difference in our lives.🙏
https://gofund.me/a25b42f8
please share and donate if you can!!!
if you’re reading this i hope something good happens to you today
Also has anyone figured out how to tell people the plot of trc in a way that makes sense bc people dont take kindly to when I have a crisis trying to figure out what to say when they ask what the book is about
• my mind has not been silent since you.
poetry recommendations for march
If You Knew by Ellen Bass
Living With the News by W.S.Merwin
Spring by Mary Oliver
The Return by Mary Oliver
Green, Green is My Sister’s House by Mary Oliver
Black Telephone by Richard Siken
Proverbs and Songs by Antonio Machado
this night - for you by Halina Poswiatowska
a splinter of my imagination by Halina Poswiatowska
in your perfect fingers by Halina Poswiatowska
Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics
Every Day You Play…. by Pablo Neruda
first thought after seeing you smile by Warsan Shire
Love by Czeslaw Milosz
Insomniac by Sylvia Plath
I rewatched Dead Poets Society a few weeks ago and felt inspired to write this contrapuntal poem :)
if you’re not into some dumb embarrassing shit you’re not living your truth