Maram Masri, tr. by Amal Amireh, from The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology; “Untitled”
To have a heart like this / is to be made of midnight. / I have been waiting for this heart to fade or at least to kneel. The heart is not inside us but we are inside it.
Victoria Chang, from The Trees Witness Everything; “Marfa, Texas”
Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; “On Loving”
[Text ID: "I'm so filled with you / I want to run through meadows, / bash my head against mountain rocks, / give myself to ocean waves. / I'm so filled with you / I want to crumble into myself like a speck of dust, / to gently lay my head at your feet, / cling fast to your weightless shadow."]
Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “Amá”
[Text ID: “In One Hundred Years of Solitude, / Márquez wrote that we are birthed / by our mothers only once, but life obligates / us to give birth / to ourselves over and over.”]
Paavo Haavikko, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry; “The Short Year”
Never be afraid to start again. In life, we go through many cycles of births & deaths but what you take away is growth.
fuck the grind. fuck work culture. i want a slow life. i want to wake up in the morning and scramble eggs and saute some spinach, squeeze some orange juice and cut up some strawberries, and eat it all while sitting on my porch and watching my goats mill about in the yard. i have a world of downtime to bake bread and garden and read and craft. i am free.
whereas sex without love is just primal passion is an attribute of the greatest loves of all times lust is essential
“Stay is a sensitive word. we wear who stayed and who left in our skin forever”
— Nayyirah Waheed
“Maybe you werent the one for me, but deep down I wanted you to be.”
— Khalid
sending much love to those who help others even though they are in need themselves. to those who feel alone but make sure nobody is left behind. to those who choose kindness despite the pain.
