Serenade Starlings are singing like glass breaking and falling into a rather vulgar plate. Somewhere a nightingale waits for each of us, crying its heart out. Oh I don’t know, say, say it’s your fingernails scratching down my neck with a fragile roar. No, it’s starlings singing, simply starlings singing. And all around… Continue reading Frank O’Hara
And so it goes… ― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (Delacorte 1969)
Life is doubt, And faith without doubt is nothing but death. ― Miguel de Unamuno
But just as nature abhors a vacuum — so does the human heart. ― Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover. (Pamela Dorman Books; First American Edition edition July 7, 2011)
But to write is to dignify memory — Allan Peterson, from “Footnotes,” Mississippi Review (vol. 41, no. 3, Winter 2014)
My body wants for the first love, administered only in increments I am capable of, or I can conjure. — Catherine Pond, from “Mithridatism,” Memorious 24, June 2015.
I was supposed to be having the time of my life. ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar. (Harper Perennial Modern Classics June 11, 2013) Originally published January 14th 1963.