Ama Codjoe, From Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

My jaw has unhinged itself again.

And I am shedding my skin.

It flakes off in small pieces,

revealing the delicate newness within

I listen to and read poetry

Not just to create poetry

But because I want everything I say to sound like poetry

To become more beautiful through the beauty that I speak

To make my great-grandmother proud

To become art

How many times can the same thing break your heart?

Franciszek Żmurko - Morning star.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

wet evening in April by Patrick Kavanagh

The people I love are the workers of my heart. They rebuild a heart they did not break from a house of ashes to a skyscraper ruling over the whole world.

- The Short Poem Series by Royla Paula Rădița Asghar

Trying to tame the electricity in my veins

Trazodone, Xanax, Abels and ‘caines

I think this weekend I’ll go on an alcohol bender

But at least drinks are free when you’re the bartender.

The Pittsburgh Press, Pennsylvania, January 14, 1935