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walk-with-a-lion-heart: i know nothing with certainty

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 21:04:53 -0400

walk-with-a-lion-heart:

i know nothing with certainty

she has truly channelled Daisy in an unprecedented way. this...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 10:08:33 -0400

she has truly channelled Daisy in an unprecedented way. this makes my heart hurt. perfect.

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Fri, 19 Apr 2013 13:49:06 -0400

He would not fathom it:

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 21:02:44 -0400

In his garden he spent each day

With the moon at his feet, and

There he sang to the wolves as they

Prowled and preened around the trees

And they howled. Echoed, empty. Lonely

He stood steady with the pines and

Howled —

As if to ask God for something

Heavy and whole as a

Brick in the belly.

In his eyes the flurries fell,

Little crystal daggers,

Inconsequential flecks.

Under heaven he stood still

And his hair turned slate.

were you ever happy? was it only me just loving you?

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 14:04:50 -0400

were you ever happy?

was it only me just loving you?

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Tue, 12 Mar 2013 20:02:12 -0400

a bit of anticipation.

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 21:03:00 -0500

Foraging Mardi Gras by Lisa Russ Spaar

In Lenten overture, I float on tissue-pomped façade
of chicken-wire trailer, intoxications, fumes of gasoline,

liquor, & overwork, day scatting its gilt beads
into night’s black-bound book, hinging every hope.

Aisles of wonder lead me, charcoal strokes
of thinned thicket, window flare. I’m writing toward you,

palms bloody with henna, through the fiercest neighborhoods.
I should be honest. My car’s parked at Food Lion

& I’m pushing a wire cart through the pyramids,
headless vials of wine, frozen meat in caskets

so oddly spousal I shut my eyes and whistle past them.
How long can this trip be if I already see its end?

Truly: I can’t whistle. Yet hold tomorrow’s ashes in my mouth,
hot as your blue limbs, a secret pendulum hung with silks.

aseaofquotes: Walt Whitman, “O You Whom I Often and Silently...

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 16:29:16 -0500

aseaofquotes:

Walt Whitman, “O You Whom I Often and Silently Come”

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Wed, 26 Dec 2012 11:32:00 -0500

Why We Really Love Les Mis

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 15:20:00 -0500

Why We Really Love Les Mis:

insert “One Day More” reference here.

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Mon, 24 Dec 2012 11:07:32 -0500

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Sat, 22 Dec 2012 12:19:48 -0500

heart no. 346A0001A

Sat, 22 Dec 2012 12:14:45 -0500

I told my smartphone to take me away. It said, do you want me to take you to: A Way. I said, No! — Sure. Yes. Okay, it said. I’m getting you a map to: A Way. Thank God, I said. You’re welcome, it told me. I laughed. Unreal! It pulled up the map. A Way was very close. I got in my car. My smartphone began playing “Livin’ on a Prayer.” I laughed again. O Great Phone, Thank You for being so Good to me. You’re welcome, it said as we sped over the cliff and into the sea.

"to love another person is to see the face of God"

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 21:33:35 -0500

“to love another person is to see the face of God”

- les misérables

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Wed, 05 Dec 2012 21:35:00 -0500

The Paradox of Going Outside - Outside Online

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 20:50:00 -0500

The Paradox of Going Outside - Outside Online:

This is the bind I’m in: I feel small in urban life—”tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized,” as Muir put it. I want to get away for a bit. I’m inspired by Thoreau and company to get really away. But in the very breath of my demand for the “authentic” wild, the un-guided tour, I’m cringing at how flaccid and disgracefully naive I probably sound—how much like one of Krakauer’s goons, the kind of person who will either gentrify the woods or get myself killed in them. This reaching toward the outdoors, far from clearing my head, confounds it further. This deep-seeming thing I crave may well not exist. Or worse, it does—and I’m too bound up by ego to seize it.

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Wed, 05 Dec 2012 20:50:00 -0500

you said, ‘ain’t this just like the present - to be...

Sun, 02 Dec 2012 13:47:25 -0500

you said, ‘ain’t this just like the present - to be showing up like this?’

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Wed, 28 Nov 2012 16:57:19 -0500

When people pray for the President...

Thu, 22 Nov 2012 12:35:00 -0500

When people pray for the President...:

An unbiased, heartfelt article by Eugene Cho.

“We chit-chatted briefly, but then there was a moment I’ll never forget in our conversation. I shared with President Obama that I regularly pray for him, and this is how he responded:

“Thank you, Eugene. I really appreciate that. Can you also please pray for my wife and children? Pray for their protection.”

His whole demeanor changed when I shared with him that I pray for him.”

Tears —!