“Won’t you celebrate with me”

    won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.

— Lucille Clifton (1936-2010)


Poetry Post #19: H.J.

August 20th.
I’m red
and gray.

Twelve hours.
Eight, Nine,
Eleven, One, Nine.

Brain swimming —
muddled by cheap white wine.
Yellowtail Moscato, I think.

Buried so deep
and again,
I was untouched.

My heart soared
and I sighed on his breast,
body unspent.

I sighed,
I soared
because I believed it to be your breast.

Your ghost
bites like hotel bed bugs.


When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.

Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand
the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to
be with one another.

This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they
are not there— even if they are only in the very next room.
Your soul only feels their absence— it doesn’t realize the
separation is temporary.

–Lang Leav

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“When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching

for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few

months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame

our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on

and on until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our

lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can

provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously

and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.”

– Tom Robbins


emily-dickinsonHow happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn’t care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.

— Emily Dickinson (b. 1830 – d. 1886)

“The One”

two strangers
“Dreams of the Rain” by Leonid Afremov

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“I don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things. Because I am everything you have been looking for.

I want to be the one you didn’t see coming. The one who gets under your skin. Who makes you unsteady. Who makes you question everything you have ever believed about love. I want to be the one who makes you feel reckless and out of control; the one you are infuriatingly and inexplicably drawn to.

I don’t want to be the one who tucks you into bed; I want to be the reason why you can’t sleep at night.”

—Lang Leav