#nicole sealey

[geryone]

Ordinary Beast, Nicole Sealey

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[metamorphesque]

— Even the Gods, Nicole Sealey

[text ID: Even the eyes of gods must adjust to light. Even gods have gods.]

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[taylortruther]

this must be the place (naive melody) by the talking heads / howl by florence + the machine / object permanence by nicole sealey

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[violettesiren]

Give me tonight to be inconsolable. so the death drive does not declare

itself, so the moonlight does not convince sunrise. I was born before sunrise—

when morning masquerades as night, the temperature of blood, quivering

like a mouth in mourning. How do we author our gentle birth, the height

we were—were we gods rolling stars across a sundog sky, the same as scarabs?

We fit somewhere between god and mineral, angel and animal,

believing a thing as sacred as the sun rises and falls like an ordinary beast.

Deer sniff lifeless fawns before leaving, elephants encircle the skulls and tusks

of their dead—none wanting to leave the bones behind, none knowing

their leave will lessen the loss. But birds pluck their own feathers, dogs

lick themselves to wound. Allow me this luxury. Give me tonight to cut

and salt the open. Give me a shovel to uproot the mandrake and listen

for its scream. Give me a hard face that toils so closely with stone, it is itself

stone. I promise to enter the flesh again. I promise to circle to ascend.

I promise to be happy tomorrow.

Imagine Sisyphus Happy by Nicole Sealey

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[edwardian-girl-next-door]

~ Nicole Sealey, "Object Permenance"

[text id: There's a name for the animal // love makes of us -- named, I think, / like rain, for the sound it makes" /end id]

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[therisingfog]

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[iirulancorrino]

Medical History

Nicole Sealey

I’ve been pregnant. I’ve had sex with a man who’s had sex with men. I can’t sleep. My mother has, my mother’s mother had, asthma. My father had a stroke. My father’s mother has high blood pressure. Both grandfathers died from diabetes. I drink. I don’t smoke. Xanax for flying. Propranolol for anxiety. My eyes are bad. I’m spooked by the wind. Cousin Lily died from an aneurysm. Aunt Hilda, a heart attack. Uncle Ken, wise as he was, was hit by a car as if to disprove whatever theory toward which I write. And, I understand, the stars in the sky are already dead.

#poetry #nicole sealey #with you in rockland

[poetsandwriters]

Dawn Lundy Martin in “Vagrant & Vulnerable,” featured in the September/October 2017 issue of Poets & Writers Magazine.

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[poemsforthesehours]

From Nicole Sealey's book, Ordinary Beast.

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[josieandthepussycatsofficial]

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[beautiful-noises]

after “a violence”

you hear the high-pitched yowls of strays fighting for scraps tossed from a kitchen window. they sound like children you might have had. had you wanted children. had you a maternal bone, you would wrench it from your belly and fling it from your fire escape. as if it were the stubborn shard now lodged in your wrist. no, you would hide it. yes, you would hide it inside a barren nesting doll you’ve had since you were a child. its smile reminds you of your father, who does not smile. nor does he believe you are his. “you look just like your mother,” he says, “who looks just like a fire of suspicious origin.” a body, i’ve read, can sustain its own sick burning, its own hell, for hours. it’s the mind. it’s the mind that cannot.

nicole sealey

[listen here]

i. the bug collector haley heynderickx/ ii. time comes in roses bess atwell/ iii. garden of eden billie marten/ iv. glow alice phoebe lou/ v. poppies flipturn/ vi. my lady’s on fire ty segall/ vii. zombie! orla gartland/ viii. where the bodies are buried liz lawrence/ ix. elephant in the room kynsy/ x. sucker madeline kenney/ xi. you shadow sharon van etten/ xii. shattering the hourglass deep sea diver/ xiii. untitled god song haley heynderickx/ 

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[geryone]

Ordinary Beast, Nicole Sealey

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[metamorphesque]

Even the gods misuse the unfolding blue. Even the gods misread the windflower’s nod toward sunlight as consent to consume. Still, you envy the horse that draws their chariot. Bone of their bone. The wilting mash of air alone keeps you from scaling Olympus with gifts of dead or dying things dangling from your mouth—your breath, like the sea, inching away. It is rumored gods grow where the blood of a hanged man drips. You insist on being this man. The gods abuse your grace. Still, you’d rather live among the clear, cloudless white, enjoying what is left of their ambrosia. Who should be happy this time? Who brings cake to whom? Pray the gods do not misquote your covetous pulse for chaos, the black from which they were conceived. Even the eyes of gods must adjust to light. Even gods have gods.

— Even the Gods, Nicole Sealey

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[loosejournal]

Medical History by Nicole Sealey

I’ve been pregnant. I’ve had sex with a man     who’s had sex with men. I can’t sleep.      My mother has, my mother’s mother had,      asthma. My father had a stroke. My father’s      mother has high blood pressure.      Both grandfathers died from diabetes.      I drink. I don’t smoke. Xanax for flying.      Propranolol for anxiety. My eyes are bad.      I’m spooked by wind. Cousin Lilly died     from an aneurysm. Aunt Hilda, a heart attack.      Uncle Ken, wise as he was, was hit      by a car as if to disprove whatever theory     toward which I write. And, I understand,      the stars in the sky are already dead. 

#poetry #poem #Nicole Sealey

[litbowl]

From Nicole Sealey's book, Ordinary Beast.

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[kamreadsandrecs]

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