But I would never kiss anyone who doesn’t burn me like the sun. — Jens Lekman
The world is God’s dream and I am a sparrow passing through song and the brass glow of fire, or maybe that is wrong, and I’m trapped inside, stunned against the glass or down the chimney, terrified of kind hands that sweep me to the door. — Alison Pelegrin, from “Hot Sauce Shrine,” Waterlines: Poems… Continue reading Alison Pelegri
I feel insignificant, lost, but exultant. — Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (Harvest Books 1978) Originally published October 8th 1931.