As if a corpse had risen from somewhere deep in the meadow
And walked in its shadows quietly.
poem: nine-panel yaak river screen by charles wright
the corpse flower is in bloom
Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no?
the little prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
image: beach sheep by vicki sawyer
Am I dying?
I am beautiful.
The collected poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975: 1945 – 1975
consumed by scanned images from country women magazine
via gravel and gold
image: COUNTRY♀WOMEN #22: City-Country
the way once,
under love’s spell,
we attached meaning
attached sounds to objects.
The old magic won’t work now,
but it’s nice
to be reminded of it.
image: found here
words: the thinning by Rae Armantrout
I am twenty,
drifting in la chalupa,
the blue boat painted with roses,
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