Tag: poetry


  • soft animal (excerpt)

    touch your skinfeel your pulsenotice the distancenotice the warmthtouch your throatfeel it movelisten to quietlisten to paindon’t let yourself lose you in the messu don’t have to fit into this fucked up worlddon’t have say things when i have nothingdon’t have to touch the one who has hurt you don’t have to stay there when […]

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  • “you will know it by its seriousness”

    I’ve had this line of Rilke’s on a loop in my head, “Nearby is a country they call life, you will know it by its seriousness.” I’m trying to hold space for both things. Life is very serious and also incredibly silly. This is heavy but it is also light. I want this but also […]

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  • let me keep my mind on what matters

    “Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.” Mary Oliver (excerpt from “Messenger”) What is your work? Or rather, the work you most want […]

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  • shake with joy

    Oliver again and again captures the complexity of how it feels to be alive.

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  • the fool

    i’m the fool it was always control, but you believe it was love, when you said, “after everything i’ve done for you” i felt the truth sink in.

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  • first human

    do i try to say? had you done better, this would have gone a different way. I see your friends and family all rush to your comfort and aid never allowed the dignity of feeling  the sting of a bad mistake  now you’re alone in your house  and it creeps up on you you wonder […]

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  • where you love from

    “Look inside and find where a person loves from. That’s the reality, not what they say. Hypocrites give attention to form, the right and wrong ways of professing belief. Grow instead in universal light. When that revealed itself, God gave it a thousand different names, the least of those sweet-breathing names being, the one who […]

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  • i don’t know

    I don’t know a lot of things, I do know some days I feel like everything is right, While others I feel heavy and wrong. I also know that neither of those are true.

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  • mary oliver

    mary oliver

    Mary Oliver’s poems are an invitation to give attention to the mundane, daily world. The mundane beautiful world. They are an invitation to linger. To watch a tree in the breeze. Her work is gentle, and lyrical. Revelatory. And it makes “boring” feel good. It levels me after both success and failure. It’s always inviting […]

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