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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
  • Apr 22, 1989
  • United States
  • Deviant for 17 years
  • She / Her
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Don't let the bastards grind you down. I repeat this to myself but it conveys nothing. You might as well say, Don't let there be air; or Don't be. I suppose you could say that.

The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood


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can replace poetry in my life and one day surely it will --Ken Mikolowski, 'Nothing'
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The question of my mother is on the table. The dark box of her mind is also there, the garden of everywhere we used to walk together. Among the things the body doesn't know, it is the dark box I return to most: fallopian city engrained in memory, ghost-orchid egg in the arboretum, hinged lid forever bending back and forth — open to me, then closed   like the petals of the paperwhite narcissus. What would it take to make a city in me? Dark arterial streets, neglected ovary hard as an acorn hidden in its dark box on the table: Mother, I am out of my mind, spilling everywhere. --Robin Ekiss, 'The Question of My Mother
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Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots—          the boots of the people wet inside: they must swim to church thru the floods or be taxed—the blossoms         from the bosoms of the leaves * Fog-thick morning— I see only where I now walk. I carry         my clarity with me. * Hear where her snow-grave is the You         ah you of mourning doves --Lorine Niedecker, 'Linnaeus in Lapland'
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Thanks a lot for the Diamond Badge. Really appreciate it. - Michael

Thank you very much for the Diamond Badge! :hug: and sorry for the late response I'm sometimes a bit slow...

omg are you really only 12 days younger than me ahahaha

lol am I? April 22nd. Don't we live pretty near each other too or am I thinking of someone else?

yeah ha, apr 10 here. ummm no idea, I'm in the Midwest?

oh, pnw for me. must be thinking of another person. I'm turning 34 this year...I am probably too old for the site demographics, lol.

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You're a great poet!