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In November my checks bounced, mail stopped arriving, the toilet
clogged, the cat chocked, my poems were rejected, I got worms,
the clap and psoriasis of the anus, all I needed was an
earthquake to prove my destiny was not to be overlooked,
and one was long overdue according to the latest reliable
heavenly and scientific sources.
— Harold Norse from poem In November
- When You Rise, Kiss The Tombstone of Your PastWhen you rise, kiss the tombstone of your past and step barefoot into the garden of the future… — Maria Popova from poem How to Change Your Life
- Then You Must Know About GriefTell it this way: depression is the 30cm nail driving into the walls. If you ever read about Plath… ever tended a garden it grew so wild to swallow god, ever kept dressing the fire in your bones, then you must know about grief — NOME EMEKA PATRICK from poem Sylvia Plath as an Old… Read more: Then You Must Know About Grief
- So I Dated Unsuitable MenSo I went back to an old lover To get over you. But it turned outHe didn’t want me. So I dated unsuitable menAnd went unsuitable places. I behaved badly. There was even a guyWith worse teeth than you. —I didn’t know your teeth were bad.You should have told me.— Finally, I sat down and… Read more: So I Dated Unsuitable Men
- My Relationship To Reality Is Already FraughtMy relationship to reality is already fraught. The hours I give to volcano podcasts and vampire T.V. shows prove that I am susceptible to disconnection. — Roni Blankenhorn from poem Mise en Abime
- Stitch Close The Open WoundLike being shredded from the inside outBroken fragments of what wasPeely discards of what ifsA few but maybes litter the floorStitch close the open woundwith threads of yesterday. — J Redel poem Stitch Close the Open Wound