May 2012
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May 29th
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Denise Levertov- "EYE MASK"
bikerbar: In this dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all.
May 17th
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April 2012
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Roturas
Había siempre un largo silencio cuando uno de los platos se rompía en la cocina. Era la hora de las manos pequeñas que no son manos para sostener.   Y los largos dedos de mi abuela levantaban esa dureza rota extendida como un mapa incompleto por el suelo de la cocina.   Siempre el largo silencio hablaba la angustia de las cosas que no se pueden volver a juntar.   Y todo lo que se ha roto desde...
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March 2012
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“It is over and nobody knows you. There is starlight drifting on the black...”
– Mark Strand, from “Elegy for my Father” (via awritersruminations)
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February 2012
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Feb 29th
this is just to say
gravitysra1nbow: 1. william carlos williams (1934) 2. brian mcgackin (2011)
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he whishes for the cloths of heaven
had i the heavens’ embroidered cloths, enwrought with golden and silver light, the blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and the half-light, i would spread the cloths under your feet: but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams. -yeats
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Valentine
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here.  It will blind you with tears  like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to be truthful. Not a cute card or a kissogram. I give you an onion. Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips, possessive and faithful as...
Feb 2nd
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Oda a la cebolla
Cebolla  luminosa redoma,  pétalo a pétalo  se formó tu hermosura,  escamas de cristal te acrecentaron  y en el secreto de la tierra oscura  se redondeó tu vientre de rocío. Bajo la tierra  fue el milagro  y cuando apareció  tu torpe tallo verde,  y nacieron  tus hojas como espadas en el huerto,  la tierra acumuló su poderío  mostrando tu desnuda transparencia,  y como en Afrodita el mar remoto ...
Feb 2nd
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January 2012
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Échale a él la culpa
Hoy te has ido de fiesta con amigas, y sin que tú sepas me regalas un tiempo de estar solo que ya empieza a ser raro en mi vida, un tiempo útil para intentar pensar en ti como si fueras lo que siempre debiste seguir siendo cuando pensaba en ti: aquella persona, en todo semejante a cualquier otra, que una nnoche lejana tuvo el gesto generoso y extaño de entregarme su amor. Pero el amor nos...
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Pillow Talk | Jeni Olin
As an insomniac compulsively flips a pillow to cool the cheek, I turn you over again & again & again in my mind when I need the cold side of the said affair to rail against “the ruinous work of nostalgia.” If life imitates art, then each stillborn has its own mucus-bright Blue Period. Sharks keep moving to prevent dying. People keep moving too, unwittingly staving off the comfort of...
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