the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Category: gallery of the beautiful ugly

either way

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THOUGHTS

Am I dying?
I am beautiful.
Either way.

image:
roger ballen

poem:
The collected poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975: 1945 – 1975

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a version of the younger self

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I am twenty,
drifting in la chalupa,
the blue boat painted with roses,
white lilies

image: tatum, dear,
where do you find these?
poem: la clalupa, the boat – jean valentine

Beware: My Heart

here

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“I will be gone from here and sing my songs
In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are
And carve in letters on the little trees
The story of my love, and as the trees
Will grow the letters too will grow, to cry
In a louder voice the story of my love…”

“…Omnia vincit Amor, et nos cedamus Amori.”

1. “The Eclogues of Virgil”

2.
Once I had a child
She was smiling like sunshine
She could see it all
Like she’d been here before
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this heart only mysterious.

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 These bones glowing in the night
these words like precious stones
in the living throat of a petrified bird,
this very beloved green,
this heated lilac,
this heart only mysterious.

image: siren song by barbie kjar
words: alejandra pizarnik, tree of diana

between births

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This week:

  • 38 years blew through the window and landed in my palm.
  • Twins – our momma goat gave birth to twins. Our first goat birth.
  • We finally earned our wheels.

1. meet jellyspoons, mocha, and james
2. 1975
3. llama kisses

she has only admitted to being a retired poet

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in another life, another time, los angeles was my home,
and her home, too.
the lava lady. the wellington witch.
we spent our saturdays together
combing through the Goodwill racks.

nets

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Are you alive?
I touch you.
You quiver like a sea-fish.
I cover you with my net.
What are you—banded one?

words by H.D. – The Pool

a rebozo

“Silk rebozos worn with the best dress – de gala, as they say.
Cotton rebozos to carry a child, or to shoo away the flies.
Devout rebozos to cover one’s head with when entering
church. Showy rebozos twisted and knotted in the hair with
flowers and silver hair ornaments. The oldest, softest rebozos
worn to bed. A rebozo as cradle, as umbrella or parasol, as
basket when going to market, or modestly covering the blue veined
breast giving suck.”

image: just one of the amazing from here
text: from Caramelo Sandra Cisneros

Yes.

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