the eyes are not reliable. not windows. not mirrors. my ears have eroded, leaving two broken telephones. “what i told the doctor” Sabrina Benaim, from her new book Depression & Other Magic Tricks
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“Their language bellows need.”
A sentence like a punch.From Sheryl Lunas “Neighbors Smoke on an Apartment Porch Owned by a Mental Health Agency” Poetry Magazine, January 2018
what if there were a room. or if there weren’t. where violence, historyand euphoria met within and preceded a body.“Room for a Counter Interior”Read the poem by Saretta Morgan in full at Lit Hub.
What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?The world would split open. —Muriel Rukeyser
“That’s because Louis’s behavior didn’t hurt the system. It maintained the system. It alienated women from careers in comedy and allowed everyone to continue to live in a world where they could believe that the table, the Official Council of American Funny, was a place only straight men were worthy of reaching.”- Guy Branum: Tear …
“If I shut my eyes, I can still feel the fire from those days. And if I open my eyes, I still see the fires all around me. I didn’t like the way the world was, and I believe that there need to be some changes about the way the world is.”John Carlos won bronze …
My doctors made it clear that there were two kinds of illness: those they could identify, and those that didn’t exist. My symptoms were simply shadow puppets cast by a mind that couldn’t control itself. I was confused. They were certain. They were wrong. Performance of a Lifetime I highly recommend this remarkable essay by …
[…] we have offered up our mortally wounded, un- comprehending remembrance. We look down or away and notice the impassive grass under our bloody weight. Memorial Day by Reginald Gibbons, from Last Lake (University of Chicago Press: 2016)
The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness” is the first single off of the coming new The National album Sleep Well Beast. I’m doing cartwheels of excitement.(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
Books are door-shaped portals carrying me across oceans and centuries, helping me feel less alone. Margarita Engle “Tula [Books are door-shaped]”
CLARITY AND CHAOS 