I Love That Word. Forever. I Love That Forever Doesn't Exist, But We Have A Word For It Anyway, And Use

Louise Glück, From Descending Figure; “Eros”

June Jordan, from Haruko/Love Poems; “Poem for my pretty man”

“Was it possible I had something to give? Out of the nothingness that was my life? Really, what the fuck did I have to give? Woman with too many holes in her. And yet there was something. Words.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir

Take me blindfolded to a field of sunflowers and you might see the happiest kid alive.

-Anneshwa ✨

Oh, well.

others: trauma

me, an intellectual: p o e t r y m a t e r i a l

When the sky gets painted, everyone keeps moving, but we stop and stare, we hold hands & our eyes constantly at the sky.

I write because I am wretched, because I must make moan to someone or something. I write because I shall soon be dead. These lines will be the cold remains of my soul and thoughts and love, as my body will be the corpse of my warm flesh and blood. I write to declare my faith, to obtain pardon of my sins, to weep, because my tears strangle me and will put an end to me.

Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo, written on 1834

I hope our words heal us. I hope every letter flowing out of our mouths embraces our wounds and heals them in a way, that even the scars disappear.