girl talk.

girl 1: what do you think it is, about men who write? girl 2: i don’t think it’s so much about men who write. it’s more about men who think. the writers among them just have proof.

Wait

Wait, for now. Distrust everything, if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now? Personal events will become interesting again. Hair will become interesting. Pain will become interesting. Buds that open out of season will become lovely again. Second-hand gloves will become lovely again, their memories are what… Read More Wait

To The Muse

I don’t blame you, I know The place where you lie. I admit everything. But look at me. How can I live without you? Come up to me, love, Out of the river, or I will Come down to you. – James Wright

because it’s

because it’s Spring thingS dare to do people (& not the other way round)because it ’s A pril Lives lead their own persons(in stead of everybodyelse’s)but what’s wholly marvellous my Darling is that you & i are more than you & i(be ca us e It’s we) – e.e. cummings

Quarantine

In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out from the workhouse with his wife. He was walking-they were both walking-north. She was sick with famine fever and could not keep up. He lifted her and put her on his back. He walked like… Read More Quarantine

you said …

you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ….and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as… Read More you said …