Whatever life takes away from you, let it go. — Miguel Ruiz
And the speck of my heart, in my shed of flesh and bone, began to sing out, the way the sun would sing if the sun could sing, if light had a mouth and a tongue, if the sky had a throat, if god wasn’t just an idea but shoulders and a spine, gathered from… Continue reading Mary Oliver
Real love is the shared loneliness. — Alexandar Tomov
Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers of my palms tell me so. Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish at the same time. I think praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn. I think staying up and… Continue reading Bob Hicok
What will survive of us is love. — Philip Larkin, from “An Arundel Tomb,” The Whitsun Weddings. (Faber & Faber; Later Printing edition January 1971) Originally published 1964.
Only the edges go on like this, long into dusk, the soul drains us in seconds. And the nothing that’s left, and the no more hope, and what I wouldn’t kill off or trade away, fuck over, dismiss, make a joke of, this failure of solitude, my own dark standing alone in the dark hand… Continue reading Ralph Angel
It was beautiful, but it was a beauty that ripped you open and scored you clean so that you were left helpless and exposed, if you lived at all. — Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child. (Reagan Arthur Books; 1 edition February 1, 2012)