Ada Limón, from “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”, The Carrying: Poems
Megan Fernandes, from “Fabric in Tribeca,” in Good Boys
Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments (trans. Richard Howard) [transcript in ALT]
Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red
Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
something so intimate about handmade stuff, handmade bread, handmade presents, or handwritten letters, in general intimacy and tenderness are stored in hands, in holding hands and playing with each other's fingers, warming each other's hands...
(Yannis Ritsos)
Richard siken / dave eggers
Sylvia path
Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings
Ocean Vuong, from “The Last Prom Queen in Antarctica.” [ID in alt text]
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lucille clifton
