On This the 100th Anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic, We Reconsider the Buoyancy of the Human Heart by Laura Lamb Brown-Lavoie
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heaven's a city we've been priced out of.
Sam Sax
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I carried my fear of the world
the way an animal carries a kill in its jaws
but in reverse: I was the kill, the gift.
Whose feet would I be left at?
I carried my fear of the world
as if it could protect me from the world
Maggie Smith
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We need to face what we are. All of what we are, especially the parts that hurt.
Sara Raasch
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In a world myriad as ours, the gaze is a singular act: to look at something is to fill your whole life with it, if only briefly.
Ocean Vuong
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
William Shakespeare
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Your nostalgia has created a non-existant country.
George Seferis
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Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
William Blake
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I am aware, sure, I am aware. Catastrophically aware.
Sylvia Plath
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People think they make choices, they think they steer left or steer right. But they didn't build the roads. The big choices were made for them a long time ago.
"Robert Moses", Dimension 20
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I learned love as taxidermy, the careful art of keeping alive a dead thing.
Blythe Baird
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Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually. Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside each of us.
Mary Oliver
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You have survived so much
that no one remembers.
And you still spread warm
rain on all your overgrown
lots. And you still get dressed
in the morning. You still
open wide for the sun.
Jacqui Germain
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All of this is to say
I'm having the kind of day
where I break a dish and stand
over the kitchen sink staring
at the two irreparable halves.
Willing myself to feel anything
other than this.
There is no longer a woman
in my body. Just this screaming child
who does not listen.
She only wants. And wants. And wants.
Stubborn in her devotion.
And he is still gone.
And grief is a swamp that sinks
much deeper than you'd expect.
And I'm still here. I still remember
him.
Clementine von Radics
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Lonely men exist. Male Loneliness(TM) does not. A look at the evidence for the year's most annoying discourse.
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if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.
Tim Kreider
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