Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”
[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]
from genetics of regret by jeanann verlee, published in said the manic to the muse
[Text ID: Sorry I vomited in the wash drain. Sorry I left. Sorry I came back.
Sorry I struck back. Loved you so hard— then turned like a coin that has run out of spin.
Sorry the world kicked you this hard. Sorry he’s sick, Mama, & all I can do is worry what happens next.
I’m sorry you never wanted me. Sorry I don’t need you like other girls. There’s too much decay. No grandchildren. I failed. I am alone. Alone is easier than talking to you.
Can’t sit comfortably in the same room, I twitch like a startled moth. Sorry I came out hard & sharp & full of claws. Ruined your body. Only learned the wrong things. I’m sorry I don’t call. I’m sorry you are too far. Sorry I have no intention of coming to find you. /End ID]
My Bedroom Is A Sacred Place Now —There Are Children At The Foot Of My Bed
From Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass by Lana Del Rey
this is forever going to be my favorite poem lana ever wrote. i read it at least once every month.
Mohammed el-Fayturi, tr. & ed. Adil Babikir, Modern Sudanese Poetry: An Anthology; “Yaaqut al-Arsh”
Time Is A Mother by Ocean Vuong
As I think I have mentioned in other posts one of my goals is to get back into poetry. I loved it in high school, but after I stopped studying it I stopped reading any poetry. So I really took my time reading this book, I didn't want to rush it, and I still have to get back into being used to reading poetry. I read a few poems a day when I was in the mood for it, I annotated it, I savoured it. I have yet to learn how to review and discuss poetry collections to be honest. I don't know where to start. The author's writing is absolutely stunning,the imagery is beatiful, and the phrasing is gorgeous. I feel like it would be worth it to read just for that. The themes are varied, but you can always feel how personal they are to the author. Some of my favorutie poems from this collection were: Beautiful Short Loser, The Last Dinosaur, Not Even, Reasons For Staying and Almost Human. These of course are just a few, but I really loved them. I am definitely looking forward to read more poetry, to read more stuff by Ocean Vuong, because it's an absolute pleasure to read his words, and to reread this poetry collection in a few years. I feel like once I get more into reading poetry it will feel differently, and maybe being in a different moment of my life will make me pick on different things. In general I can only say that if you are curious about his work, is surely worth it.
Also I had completly forgot that I added this on thestorygraph as my book for the studyblr w/knives pride reading challenge #own voices prompt. So I should have waited to post my last reading challenge update, but whatever.
And if happiness visits you again, do not remember it's previous betrayal. Enter into the happiness and burst.
Have you ever moved to a new period in your life and felt like you had a story that's already been finished? And that everything you learned in that story was the truth about the whole world? But then, in this new phase of your life, you find yourself unlearning everything you've just had to harshly take as fact? And you don't understand at first, whats wrong with acting like the world is set in stone? Because it just was.
I call this the Wave. The blue, corporeal form of delusion. Confirmation bias incarnate, that seeps into walls, and lights, and books and clothes. Making you call things in front of you, something else, someone else. In relation to what your life just was. And what it felt like.
To Slip Away in Real Time explores the metaphor of the Wave and the story of the Living Ghost and asks the question, what do we do about it? What does the existence of the Wave at all tell us about the course of our lives? And if there is a way back to shore, to dry land, what will it cost? What will it cost you? And what will it cost the Living Ghost?
To Slip Away in Real Time is a poetry collection with a stripped bare format in two editions! One as the poetry collection alone, and a second edition with the narrative in mind!
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From Francesca Kritikos’ chapbook, Animals Don’t Go To Hell, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/animals-dont-go-to-hell-by-francesca-kritikos
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SHE’S GONE! - a surreal short story about a girl named Lucy and her friend named Ann.
ART OF THE LESBIAN CRUSH - a poetry collection on teen lesbian crushing and unrequited love.
PILL REVIEWS - the first two parts of a series containing fictionalized accounts of my very real experience on various psychiatric medications.
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I’m very happy to announce the release of my book Abundant Mind. Abundant Mind is a collection of 100 free flowing poems available on kindle for $4.99, paperback, and hardcover for $12.99. My desire is to create content that will excite and captivate readers. I hope you will have as much fun reading my book as I did writing it. +
Do you think I can have one more kiss?
I’ll find closure on your lips and then I’ll go.
Maybe, also one more breakfast, one more lunch and one more dinner.
I’ll be full and happy and we can part.
But in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time.
One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest.
My hope, is if we add up the one mores it will equal a lifetime and I never have to get to the part where I have to let you go.
But that’s not real, is it?
There are no more, one mores.
I met you when everything was new and exciting and the possibilities of the world seemed endless.
And they still are, for you, for me, but not for us.
Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn’t just grow apart, we grew up.
When something breaks, and the pieces are big enough, you can fix it.
I guess sometimes things don’t break, they shatter, but when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter.
And in those moments, when the pieces catch the sun, I’ll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it will always be, because it was us, and we are magic, forever.
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”
[Text ID: “I am trying to stop doing / things that don’t make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]
from the session by jeanann verlee, published in said the manic to the muse
[Text ID: I punch myself in the stomach. She says stop or I will restrain you. I dig my nails into the armrest. Don’t damage the furniture, she says. /End ID]
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Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti
I found out about this small collection of poems quite randomly online, and I only later realized the author is the sister of the painter Dante Gabriel Rossetti. This has nothing to do with the book anyway. I was intrigued when I heard of this collection, because of the eponymous poem. It is the first poem of the collection and tells the story of two young girls who wander around a goblin market, and one of them is tempted to try the fruits the goblins are selling. It was a really cool poem and idea, but I also really enjoyed othe poems in this collection. I didn't really know what to expect from it, death was a big theme in several poems, and in general Rossetti seemed to use a lot of darker themes, or at least more than I was expecting. There's also a couple of poems that really made me wonder what was going on in her head, because they were so weird, surely I was intrigued, I would pay good money to spend a day in her mind to be honest. Another thing that I wasn't expecting, but this time it is probably me reading too much into things, was that a few poems could be read under a sapphic perspective. As I said it's probably me reading too much into them, but some verses would make a lot of sense if read under that light. Even in Goblin Market itself, if it had not been stated that the two main characters were sisters I would have probably assumed they were lovers. Aside from me seeing queerness everywhere, I have to mention these poems felt very approachable. The writing is beutiful, but doesn't feel too difficult, if it makes sense. As I have mentioned before in other posts, I am trying to get back into reading poetry, and not being that used to it I sometimes expect to have to put more brain power than I did with this one. Overall it was a really enjoyable read, and I might find myself reading more by this author.
I just want a boring love. A love that doesn't need fights or arguments to keep the fire alive. A 'let's sit at home and read on opposite ends of the sofa' love. An 'I missed you at lunch today' love. An 'I would rather be at home with the love of my life right now' love.