magdalenafemme

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none of you are okay are you

the penitent magdalene by antonio ciseri / queen of peace by florence and the machine

#img #this blog hasn't posted since APRIL

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in case you missed me in chewing dirt, here's one of my poems that was featured!

#my poetry

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hey! check out this issue of 'chewing dirt' and you might see a familiar name. twice.

#this is me! if u have missed my poetry here's two never before seen poems!

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hey everyone! i know you haven't heard from me in awhile, and that's not because i've given up writing, but actually because of the same reason a lot of original poetry blogs go defunct; publishing!

i'm so happy to announce that two of my never before seen poems (born and raised and homemaker) will be published in issue two of chewing dirt journal! keep an eye out for them when it comes out at the end of april.

#i miss you guys <3 but unfortunately i really couldn't keep up with this blog w/ my senior year of highschool #but if you miss me feel free to follow me on my main blog (longingfemme) or on twitter (applejuicelez)

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they say "love story" like that's not a death sentence (re-edit) / by l.g

#in honor of someone being mean to me #my poetry

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“And just this morning my love was briefly stuck in my throat as I remembered all the soil and sadness, remembered seeing you”

— Olena Kalytiak Davis, from “The Gauze of Flowers, A Love Poem,” And Her Soul Out of Nothing (University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)

#olena kalytiak davis #queue feel something holy in her touch

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“At the station the someway keeps muttering I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you”

— Landis Everson, from “Sentencing,” Everything Preserved: Poems 1955-2005 (Graywolf Press, 2006) 

#landis everson #queue feel something holy in her touch

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Franny Choi, “Perihelion: A History of Touch"

#franny choi #queue feel something holy in her touch

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We knotted ourselves together as though we should never become undone [...]

Hannah Kent, from ‘Burial Rites’

#hannah kent #queue feel something holy in her touch

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The heart is a fist. / It pockets prayer or holds rage.

Joy Harjo, from “Break My Heart,” An American Sunrise (via lifeinpoetry)

#joy harjo #queue feel something holy in her touch

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“God’s vintage loneliness has turned to vinegar—”

— Agha Shahid Ali, from “Tonight,“ Call Me Ishmael Tonight: A Book of Ghazals (via lifeinpoetry)

#agha shahid ali #queue feel something holy in her touch

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I WRITE POETRY TO GET IT DOWN - michael gray bulla

#michael gray bulla #queue feel something holy in her touch

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— JOYCE SUTPHEN.

#joyce sutphen #queue feel something holy in her touch

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A lonely binary

is a switchblade

              snapping the body open / shut :

am I learning to love

                       or aspiring

to whiteness?

— Aldrin Valdez, from ESL or You Weren’t Here

#aldrin valdez #queue feel something holy in her touch

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Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

#ocean vuong #queue feel something holy in her touch

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“Where do you start? / Which part of you do you preserve / first? Imagine your shoes are filled / with tomorrow, but you’re trying to wade through / yesterday. Imagine yesterday / is made of sand / and tomorrow is made / of flood. / Imagine there is no sun, / just the promise of one. Every day / you get up thinking, “But this / is where they said it would / be, where the sun would herald / a right to live among the living / again. This is where I find / morning, renewal, tomorrow / that isn’t made of night.” / If everything is made / of night then how do we ever / get to call it a new day?”

— Tara Hardy, from My, My, My, My, My; “Fatigue” (via fantasyparade)

#tara hardy #queue feel something holy in her touch

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“how many poems must you write to convince yourself / you have a family? everyone leaves & you end up the stranger.”

— Fatimah Asghar, from “Ghareeb,” If They Come for Us (via lifeinpoetry)

#fatimah asghar #queue feel something holy in her touch