[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.
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)
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...
when my mom makes a negative comment about my...
mylifeasakitten: I’m just like…