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Wound from the Mouth of a Wound, ‘All I Ever Wanted to Be Was Nothing at All’ by Torrin A. Greathouse

[ID: I was always a mouthful away from unbecoming.]

amouthfulloflove:

Wound from the Mouth of a Wound, ‘All I Ever Wanted to Be Was Nothing at All’ by Torrin A. Greathouse

[ID: I was always a mouthful away from unbecoming.]

lifeinpoetry:

“I thinned myself as though I were a project // I blot out grief as snow does light // I pass through mirrors—”

— — Alessandra Lynch, from “Bird by the Blue Door,” Pretty Tripwire

lifeinpoetry:

“I thinned myself as though I were a project // I blot out grief as snow does light // I pass through mirrors—”

— — Alessandra Lynch, from “Bird by the Blue Door,” Pretty Tripwire

gowns:

“Praying,” Mary Oliver

It doesn’t have to be

the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

gowns:

“Praying,” Mary Oliver

It doesn’t have to be

the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

newyorker:

lifeinpoetry:

This is my knee, since she touches me there.
This is my throat, as defined by her reaching.
I am touched—I am.

— Natalie Diaz, from “isn’t the air also a body, moving?” to Ada Limón, published in The New Yorker

From January through September of 2017, the poets Natalie Diaz and Ada Limón conducted an inspired and collaborative correspondence. The resulting poem-letters reveal, as most missives do, their writers’ lives, but also a time and a place. Read (and listen to) their correspondence here.

newyorker:

lifeinpoetry:

This is my knee, since she touches me there.
This is my throat, as defined by her reaching.
I am touched—I am.

— Natalie Diaz, from “isn’t the air also a body, moving?” to Ada Limón, published in The New Yorker

From January through September of 2017, the poets Natalie Diaz and Ada Limón conducted an inspired and collaborative correspondence. The resulting poem-letters reveal, as most missives do, their writers’ lives, but also a time and a place. Read (and listen to) their correspondence here.