#donika kelly

[geryone]

The Renunciations, Donika Kelly

#quotes #quote #poetry #poem #donika kelly #id in alt text #POEMS THAT HAVE EMOTIONALLY DAMAGED ME #this entire collection was heartbreaking but this poem titled self-portrait with door broke my heart #shattered it completely

[basicallyyjustdogs]

I wanna be roadkill Find me a mile up ahead Lying there on the roadside Say, don’t worry now, it’s already dead

series 1: roadkill/longing

roadkill, searows // cyanotypes, emilio hernandez martin // hard times, ethel cain // child wearing a red scarf, eduoard vuillard // empty stomach, rachel sabini // thirstiness is not equal division, kaveh akbar // salvage, hedgie choi // ‘deer at night’, george shiras III // kinder than man, athea davis // best barbarian, roger reeves // ‘johannes land, suite no.2’, simon bang // my photograph // postcolonial love poem, natalie diaz // the dislocated room, richard siken // the moon rose over the bay. I had a lot of feelings, donika kelly // abstract (psychopomp), hozier // miniatures, cassandra de alba // from collected poems; between aging and old, jack gilbert // the favourite (2018), dir. yorgos lanthimos // unidad (oneness), pablo neruda // least of all, natalie wee

#series 1: roadkill/longing #web weaving #this completely took over my mind for the past two days #and it's far too long and somewhat non-cohesive to anyone but me #but I am my own audience #searows #ethel cain #kaveh akbar #richard siken #natalie diaz #donika kelly #hozier #pablo neruda

[othellho]

— "Sanctuary," Donika Kelly

#poetry #I love the sea and all that is sealike #Donika Kelly

[soracities]

In the beginning, there was your mouth, / a sky full of stars,

Donika Kelly, from "In the Beginning"

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #donika kelly #in the beginning #the body electric #m #x

[maybuds]

The moon rose over the bay. I had a lot of feelings.

I am taken with the hot animal of my skin, grateful to swing my limbs

and have them move as I intend, though my knee, though my shoulder, though something is torn or tearing. Today, a dozen squid, dead

on the harbor beach: one mostly buried, one with skin empty as a shell and hollow

feeling, and, though the tentacles look soft, I do not touch them. I imagine they were startled to find themselves in the sun.

I imagine the tide simply went out without them. I imagine they cannot

feel the black flies charting the raised hills of their eyes. I write my name in the sand: Donika Kelly. I watch eighteen seagulls

skim the sandbar and lift low in the sky. I pick up a pebble that looks like a green egg.

To the ditch lily I say I am in love. To the Jeep parked haphazardly on the narrow street I am in love. To the roses, white

petals rimmed brown, to the yellow lined pavement, to the house trimmed in gold I am

in love. I shout with the rough calculus of walking. Just let me find my way back, let me move like a tide come in.

Donika Kelly

#donika kelly #the moon rose over the bay. i had a lot of feelings. #poem #poetry

[maryoliverdotcom]

let me move like a tide come in.....

#donika kelly #poetry

[zhou-enlai-fanclub]

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons | Anne Carson, The Glass Essay | Mary Oliver, The Fire | Ada Limón, The Vulture & The Body | Where she is opened. Where she is closed. by Donika Kelly | My Empire by Kaveh Akbar

#personal post #poetry #anne carson #ada limon #donika kelly #kaveh akbar

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Can u pls pls pls do web weaving on the struggle to be alive everyday,trying, failing,losing ur mind but still going on with the pain

pinterest / Mitski A Burning Hill / Donika Kelly Dear-; The Reunciations / Nora Sakavic The Foxhole Court / pinterest / pinterest / Fariha Róisín How to Cure a Ghost / pinterest / Gabrielle Bates & Jennifer S. Cheng So We Must Meet Apart

#on loneliness #on sadness #on emotion #web weave #poetry compilation #literature #mitski #a burning hill #donika kelly #dear #the reunciations #nora sakavic #the foxhole court #all for the game #fariha roisin #how to cure a ghost #gabrielle bates #jennifer s cheng #so we must meet apart #words #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #poem #dark academia #writing #dark academia quote #dark academia poetry #poetry

[bodyalive]

Tuesday Poem

TUESDAY, FEB 6, 2024  

BY JIM CULLENY

The moon rose over the bay. I had a lot of feelings

I am taken with the hot animal of my skin, grateful to swing my limbs

and have them move as I intend, though my knee, though my shoulder, though something is torn or tearing. Today, a dozen squid, dead

on the harbor beach: one mostly buried, one with skin empty as a shell and hollow

feeling, and, though the tentacles look soft, I do not touch them. I imagine they were startled to find themselves in the sun.

I imagine the tide simply went out without them. I imagine they cannot

feel the black flies charting the raised hills of their eyes. I write my name in the sand: Donika Kelly. I watch eighteen seagulls

skim the sandbar and lift low in the sky. I pick up a pebble that looks like a green egg.

To the ditch lily I say I am in love. To the Jeep parked haphazardly on the narrow street I am in love. To the roses, white

petals rimmed brown, to the yellow lined pavement, to the house trimmed in gold I am

in love. I shout with the rough calculus of walking. Just let me find my way back, let me move like a tide come in.

by Donika Kelly from Academy of American Poets, 11/20/17

#the moon #body alive #Structural integration Atlanta #Donika Kelly #Academy of American Poets

[wellconstructedsentences]

How finally there was no whale or breath or sound or woman; how, finally, there was only the body, rising through the water toward the sun.

Whale by Donika Kelly

#whale #donika kelly

[geryone]

The Renunciations, Donika Kelly

#quotes #quote #poetry #poem #donika kelly #id in alt text

[godsopenwound]

This is what he wanted, to take that life into his mouth and show what a man could do—show his son what a man's life was.

1. Donika Kelly, “From the Catalogue of Cruelty” / 2. Sharon Olds, “Saturn” / 3. Francisco Goya, “Saturn Devouring His Son” / 4. Aeschylus, “The Oresteia: Agamemnon” (tr. Robin Bond) / 5. Sharon Olds, “Saturn” / 6. Aeschylus, “The Oresteia: Agamemnon” (tr. by Robin Bond) / 7. Peter Paul Rubens “Saturn” / 8. Donika Kelly, “From the Catalogue of Cruelty” / 9. Sharon Olds, “Saturn”

#parallels #donika kelly #sharon olds #francisco goya #αισχύλος #peter paul rubens #hunger #exit wound #m

[othellho]

— "Sanctuary," Donika Kelly

#poetry #Donika Kelly #god tag

[violettesiren]

When did one season begin and another end? What branched like a nerve? What burrowed like a heart? Can we say love? What will the yellowing tree bear?

Between each rib, cartilage and blood. Beneath this cage of bone, four chambers. Inside each chamber, you, throbbing, compelling the blood and air.

There is a body I hold like a sound, a name my mind cradles like a pit on the tongue. But where is the flesh? And how will it weigh my palm?

If we can say love, here is the ocean. Here the white bird of your heart. Here the hard sun and sand. Here a town closed for the season, a man wearing all his clothes, asleep on the beach. We say mountain. We say nothing. We make a cross on the sand. We discover the wonder of perpendicularity.

Sonnet in which only one bird appears by Donika Kelly

#donika kelly

[lonelyheartsmotel]

#ghostfic #donika kelly #phil hall

[oldfilmsflicker]

"A Dead Thing That, in Dying, Feeds the Living" by Donika Kelly

#poem #Donika Kelly #National Poetry Month #poetry