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my arms are scarred with beauty marks
stay away from me
i am full of terrible things
but if you love the terrible
then please be near to me
-laura stevenson, beets untitled
untitled by coolhandluke on Flickr.
BAND OF BROTHER by Theo Gosselin on Flickr.
I am dreaming of tornadoes again, too many for the sky to contain. I have checked eight websites and the dictionary on my nightstand. I did not need technology or a writer to tell me there is chaos in my heart. I don’t tell people sometimes my dreams come true. I fear some parts are not metaphor. In the mornings I check the horizon. I am relieved when there is some whisper of light. On the way home from camping, a large storm made the highway a blur of brake lights, my fingers killers to my steering wheel. I kept searching for funnels, their willowy bodies twisting their way to the ground. Mapped out escape routes and viaducts to pull beneath. Today I fell asleep on the couch again. The wind rustled me awake, and parts of the sky were dark again. I can’t shake that something is coming. I don’t do well with worry. My mother built me to fix things.
-Aricka Foreman
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untitled by alison scarpulla on Flickr.
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untitled by alison scarpulla on Flickr.
http://thisbeautifulhunger.tumblr.com/post/23343336116/out-there-in-the-large-dark-and-in-the-long-light
Out there in the large dark and in the long light is the breathless
Poem,
As ruthless and beautiful and amoral as the world is,
As nature is.In the end there’s just me and the bloody Poem and the murderous
Tongues of the trees,
Their glossy green syllables licking my mind (the…
untitled by Kathleen Mercado on Flickr.
