October 2012
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September 2012
6 posts
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[Buffalo Bill 's]
BY E. E. CUMMINGS
Buffalo Bill ‘s
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome...
poeming: MEN →
poemspleaseme:
MEN
by Dorianne Laux
It’s tough being a guy, having to be gruff and buff, the strong silent type, having to laugh it off— pain, loss, sorrow, betrayal— or leave in a huff and say No big deal, take a ride, listen to enough loud rock-n-roll that it scours out your head, if not your heart. Or to be called a fag or a poof when you love something or someone, scuffing a shoe across the...
poeming: The Mysterious Human Heart in New York →
poemspleaseme:
by Dorianne Laux
Streetwise but foolish, the heart knows what’s good for it but goes for the dark bar, the beer before noon, the doughy pretzel hot and salty, tied up in a Gordian knot. It takes a walk through Tompkins Square where the homeless sleep it off on stone benches, one shrouded body to each gritty sarcophagus. The streets fill with taxis and trucks, pinstripes and...
poeming: RICHLAND DOCK, 2006 →
poemspleaseme:
by Kathleen Flenniken
The Columbia rolls on through the desert, unimpressed and unattached — a woman who doesn’t need boys to dance, a king’s parade of golden carriages, an endless line of warriors ants. The river speaks French in a land of inferior grammar. The river is blue in a field of brown,
green in a field of grey, black in a field of bronze. The river shuns the desert....
“The river is famous to the fish
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which...”
– Famous, Naomi Shihab Nye (via love-it-or-leave)
one of my all-time favorite poets.
August 2012
9 posts
“The thing about cultural appropriation is that the appropriator does not have to...”
– - Turbans on the Runway: What does it mean for Sikhs? by Sonny Singh Brooklynwala (July 10th, 2012)
^^^this^^
(via thisisnotindia)
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callejera: Lunch In Nablus City Park →
squeeds:
When you lunch in a town
which has recently known war under a calm slate sky mirroring none of it, certain words feel impossible in the mouth. Casualty: too casual, it must be changed. A short man stacks mounds of pita bread on each end of the table, muttering something about more to come. Plump birds landing on park benches surely had their eyes closed recently, must have seen...
July 2012
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when my mom makes a negative comment about my...
mylifeasakitten:
I’m just like…
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June 2012
19 posts
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