Time is a force of perpetual motion, an ever-changing tide which carries us in unexpected directions. We swim straight out to sea only to turn and realize the shoreline is not where we left it. Even when we trace ourselves back, still, we find ourselves on unexplored coasts.
-Meredith Irvin
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"You make my heart spin sorrow into silk"
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"I think writing really helps you heal yourself. I think if you write long enough, you will be a healthy person. That is, if you write what you need to write, as opposed to what will make money, or what will make fame."Alice Walker (via everyday-use)
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“‘But somewhere in the heat of magic that boundary between word and thing ruptures. It cracks, and the one flows back into the other, and the two melt together and fuse. Language gets tangled up with the world it describes.’” -Lev Grossman, The Magicians
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» : UPCOMING APPEARANCES
JUNE
4th – Pittsburg, PA. Potluck and Poetry. 6:30PM. (Email info@pghpoetry.org for an invite!)
6th – Columbus, OH. Pen & Palette Poetry. Travonna Coffee House. 1195 North High Street. 8PM.
7th - Columbus, OH. Poems That Don’t Suck Workshop. Impero Coffee. 849 North High…
OHIO I WANNA MAKE FRIENDS WITH YOU ALL WEEKEND
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"You know it’s real when you build it from the ground up."
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Beyonce and Florence backstage at the Chime for Change concert, May 31st in London
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“I am a writer and my faith in the world of art is intense, but not irrational, nor naïve — because art takes us and makes us take a journey beyond price, beyond cost, into bearing witness to the world as it is and as it should be. Art invites us to know beauty and to solicit it, summon it, from even the most tragic of circumstances.”
—Toni Morrison (at the 2013 Vanderbilt University graduation)
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"When I crossed the street, according to my mother, I still had to hold someone’s hand. At ten, I would be able to cross streets unhanded. I’d held on to Joseph’s many times before, for many years, but holding his was like holding a plant, and the disappointment of fingers that didn’t grasp back was so acute that at some point I’d opted to take his forearm instead. For the first few street crossings, that’s what I did, but on the corner at Oakwood, on an impulse, I grabbed George’s hand. Right away: fingers, holding back. The sun. More clustery vines of bougainvillea draping over windows in bulges of dark pink. His warm palm. An orange tabby lounging on the sidewalk. People in torn black T-shirts sitting and smoking on steps. The city, opening up.
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street." -
"Dear Forgiveness, you know that recently
we have had our difficulties and there are many things
I want to ask you.
I tried that one time, high school, second lunch, and then again,
years later, in the chlorinated pool.
I am still talking to you about help. I still do not have
these luxuries.
I have told you where I’m coming from, so put it together.
We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor …
When I say this, it should mean laughter,
not poison.
I want more applesauce. I want more seats reserved for heroes.
Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you.
Quit milling around the yard and come inside."Richard Siken, A Litany in Which Certain Things Get Crossed Out (via sebastianheath) -
