T. S Eliot, “The Love Song of Saint Sebastian”
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Drowning doesn’t look like drowning,
it’s swimming till it's not.
And suddenly you’re comprehending
all the weight that you forgot.
Your head is going under
and you cannot keep it up.
You see the shore, you kick for home,
this living rests on luck.
— From Winter, ‘Treading Water’
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PERFORMANCE, Duane L Herrmann
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"Hesitate to Call" - Firstborn, Louise Glück
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Little Round
by Li-Young Lee
My fool asks: do the years spell a path to later
be remembered? Who’s there to read them back?
My death says: One bird knows the hour and suffers
to house its millstone-weight as song.
My night watchman lies down
in a room by the sea
and hears the water telling,
out of a thousand mouths,
the story behind his mother’s sleeping face.
My eternity shrugs and yawns:
Let the stars knit and fold
inside their numbered rooms. When night asks
who I am I answer, Your own, and am not lonely.
My loneliness, my sleepless darling
reminds herself
the fruit that falls increases
at the speed of the body rising to meet it.
And my child? He sleeps and sleeps.
And my mother? She divides
the rice, today’s portion from tomorrow’s,
tomorrow’s from ever after.
And my father. He faces me and rows
toward what he can’t see.
And my God.
What have I done with my God?
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Louise Glück, from "From the Japanese", Poems: 1962–2020
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A Dead Shark Isn’t Art, torrin a. greathouse
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Lisa Suhair Majaj, from "Claims" [ID'd]
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There’s no emergency, no sirens, no panic. If a sparrow drowns in the lake and sinks to the bottom—its feathers, bones, tiny organs falling into nothingness—did it happen? It’s quiet, I still have breath. I’m keeping the blankets, the sheets, the mattress warm. When my feathers sink to the bottom of the lake will that, too, go unnoticed?
— From Winter, ‘Sparrow Drowning’
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In Little Pieces, Naz Abas Ng
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everything you need is within you
you are stronger than you know
you are the daylight
you are the night
the darkness you fight is within you
the light you seek is within you
you are not alone
Good Game, Mr. Blade
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Fire Dancers by FuFu Frauenwahl
Latin palindrome- In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni “We enter the circle at night and are consumed by fire.” — Virgil
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someone (me) needs to look at the moon sometimes (always)
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Spilled Inktober day 9: inspired by a favorite Halloween movie
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Hey, I had a thought for the fantasy au! So on one of the previous versions of the WH website, there was a rhyme for the show that went:
A house is a place with four walls and a floor,
with a ceiling above and a lovely front door.
There's a bed to cradle you safely at night,
and windows to bring in the morning sunlight.
Your house is a mirror of just who you are,
A reflection that tells you to never stray far.
Which I thought might make a good incantation for when Wally properly summons Home (I can't remember if that's ever required for Warlocks but hey, it's still a fun poem regardless).
ohhhh this. i like this...
bonus og sketch! big ol eyes...
& no capalet because uhhhh eh nah and also i wanted Home's pendant to be on full display!
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