Huong Tran
Holding is a part of Lovethat goes both ways. — Huong Tran, from “The Holding of a Dove” (2020)
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André Ramier
slanting your thoughts deep into meyou come at me from an angleimpaling me on the point of desireyou lean towards me like a tree in the windeach leaf inscribed with the same wordI have never met your type beforeyet I can read you like a book. — André Ramier, “Italics”
William Leal
It’s all messy: The hair. The bed. The Words. The Heart. Life… — William Leal
Cecil Thounaojam
Only tears can understand the joy of sorrow. ― Cecil Thounaojam
Warren Shire
first thought after seeing you smile come with every wound and every woman you’ve ever loved every lie you’ve ever told and whatever it is that keeps you up at night every mouth you’ve ever punched in all the blood you’ve ever tasted come with every enemy you’ve ever made and all the family you’ve… Continue reading Warren Shire
Anaïs Nin
I have heard the beast pound in the breath of a bird and felt in its feathers the fire. I have hated with passion the gathering herd and the weight of its common desire Ah, but no rest for weary terrestrial wings in beating oppressive air they long for the strength of celestial things like… Continue reading Anaïs Nin
Unknown
There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even… Continue reading Unknown
Pablo Neruda
Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life. — Pablo Neruda
The Vale of Soul-Making 