L'Avenir est Quelque Chose by Dobby Gibson
All day for too long everything I’ve thought to say has been about umbrellas, how I can’t remember how I came to possess whatever weird one I find in my hand, like now, how they hang there on brass hooks in the closet like failed actors, each one tiny or too huge, like ideas, always needing to be shaken off and folded up before we can properly forget them on the train. Most of my...
I love my city.
Breaking down the April 'New York Times' Vows... →
Ugh, so refreshing to laugh at all this during wedding season.
When something hasn’t been as beautiful as it can be, the reason is always...– How Jenna Lyons Transformed J.Crew Into A Cult Brand
If I had 60 minutes to solve a problem and my life depended on it, I’d spend 55...– Einstein’s Secret | The 10-Day Turnaround
Freedom in Ohio by Jennifer Chang
on my birthday I want a future making hammocks out of figs and accidents. Or a future quieter than snow. The leopards stake out the backyard and will flee at noon. My terror is not secret, but necessary, as the wild must be, as Sandhill cranes must thread the meadow yet again. Thus, autumn cautions the cold and the wild never want to be wild. So what to do about the thrum ...
History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social...– Martin Luther King Jr.
The Conditional by Ada Limón
Say tomorrow doesn’t come. Say the moon becomes an icy pit. Say the sweet-gum tree is petrified. Say the sun’s a foul black tire fire. Say the owl’s eyes are pinpricks. Say the raccoon’s a hot tar stain. Say the shirt’s plastic ditch-litter. Say the kitchen’s a cow’s corpse. Say we never get to see it: bright future, stuck like a bum star, never ...
Immortality by Craig Morgan Teicher
I feel like Emily Dickinson did, running her pale finger over each blade of grass, then caressing each root in the depths of the earth’s primeval dirt, each tip tickling heaven’s soft underbelly. I feel like Emily alone in her room, her hands folded neatly in her lap, waiting forever for one of those two daguerreotypes to embalm her precious soul. At my most attuned, the...
It’s never the changes we want that change everything.– Junot Diaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (via pfelps)
We’re going to win because we don’t understand politics. We’re going to win because we don’t play their dirty games. We’re going to win because we don’t have an agenda. We’re going to win because the tears that comes from our eyes actually come from our hearts. We’re going to win because we have dreams. We’re going to win because we are willing to stand up for our dreams. From Bono
from Base Camp by Tom Healy
With everything our bodies know, strong or broken, we never have the luxury of making ourselves simple. Everywhere is always uneasy, an altitude of sudden storms, weak footholds, frostbite, crevasse, black and blue terrain.
O by Mary Sidney Herbert
Oh, what a lantern, what a lamp of light Is thy pure word to me To clear my paths and guide my goings right! I swore and swear again, I of the statutes will observer be, Thou justly dost ordain. The heavy weights of grief oppress me sore: Lord, raise me by the word, As thou to me didst promise heretofore. And this unforced praise I for an off’ring bring, accept, O Lord, And show to me thy...
Magdalene by Marie Howe
You know it was funny because he seemed so well the night before I stayed over to meet a student before class —sitting at the picnic table…already so hot so early. I must have been looking for a pen or something when I thought of the car keys and, rummaging through my bag, couldn’t find them and was up and walking across the grass when I heard myself say, I feel as if I’m...
I found myself searching for a lighthouse buried somewhere deep within my own...– Jasmin Kaur (via hoodablah)
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