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swamp-milkweed · 5 days
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Naomi Shihab Nye
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Craig Santos Perez, from “Love in a Time of Climate Change”
[Text ID: I love you as one loves the most vulnerable / species: urgently, between the habitat and its loss. / I love you as one loves the last seed saved / within a vault,]
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swamp-milkweed · 14 days
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richard siken’s new poem in the new yorker—at the link, you can hear him read it in full
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The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923
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Yves Olade, from Dark When It Gets Dark; “Topograph”
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yves olade, slaughterhouse
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Kate Baer, from What Kind of Woman: Poems; “To take back a life”
[Text ID: “the hunger to be held, to be wanted, to / be called from the streets like the family / dog. You are not a good girl. You are not / somebody’s otherness.”]
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swamp-milkweed · 27 days
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mary oliver, from "evidence"
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Stained glass windows by Louis Comfort Tifanny
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When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamín Labatut
The night gardener once asked me if I knew how citrus trees died: when they reach old age, if they are not cut down and they manage to survive drought, disease and innumerable attacks of pests, fungi and plagues, they succumb from overabundance. When they come to the end of their life cycle, they put out a final, massive crop of lemons. In their last spring their flowers bud and blossom in enormous bunches and fill the air with a smell so sweet that it stings your nostrils from two blocks away; then their fruits ripen all at once, whole limbs break off due to their excessive weight, and after a few weeks the ground is covered with rotting lemons. It is a strange sight, he said, to see such exuberance before death.
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leslie sainz, from "glassware," in have you been long enough at table
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swamp-milkweed · 2 months
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unfolding into another spring
mahmood darwish, sylvia plath, v.e. schwab, ana mendieta
buy me a coffee
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swamp-milkweed · 2 months
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Sergei Danchev (Kazakhstan b.1981), In the Winter Forest, 2023, Oil on canvas
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Dunya Mikhail, Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow & Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]
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Mahmoud Darwish (trans. Mohammad Shaheen), Like a Hand Tattoo in an Ode by an Ancient Arab Poet
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A Palestinian man and his daughter are seen amongst wild mustard flowers which grow in the untilled fields across the Gaza Strip on March 20, 2014. (Mohammed Abed/AFP/Getty Images)
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Palestinian child Walid al-Shawa celebrates his birthday with his family on the rubble of their house which was destroyed by Israel's bombing of Gaza, 2019. © Belal Khaled.
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