more andrea gibson. because why not?
September 30, 2014, 11:36 am
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“the key to finding love
is fucking up the pattern on purpose,
is skipping a stitch,
is leaving a tiny, tiny hole to let the cold in
and hoping she mends it with your lips.”


The Bones Below -Sierra Demulder
September 30, 2014, 11:15 am
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At First Sight

When she stops kissing you
with her mouth open,
find the screw driver.

Buy a newly cut shank of beef.
Leave so much blood in the kitchen
she has to ask what happened.

When she no longer calls you baby,
hide all the silverware
between the couch cushions.

Send her there to sleep.
If she does not complain,
let the sinks in the bathroom overflow.

Bake the wedding photos
in the dryer. Stand in
the middle of your flood.

Call her name backwards, forwards.
Wave your arms like your chest is a runway.
She is the plane you are crashing.

When she does not reach
for you, pretend
it is the first time

you’ve met.

no-one’s mother
September 22, 2014, 5:23 pm
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“Once in a while someone used to ask me, ‘Don’t you ever write poems about your children?’ The male poets of my generation did write poems about their children — especially their daughters. For me, poetry was where I lived as no-one’s mother, where I existed as myself.” –Adrienne Rich

September 20, 2014, 3:45 pm
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that kinda love i don’t wanna share with social media

Maybe I Need You -Andrea Gibson
September 17, 2014, 10:54 pm
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Maybe I need you the way that big moon needs that open sea
Maybe I didn’t even know was here ‘til I saw you holding me
Give me one room to come home to
give me the palm of your hand
Every strand of my hair is a kite string
and I have been blue in the face with your sky
crying a flood over Iowa so you mother can wake to Venice

remedy (rambling)
September 13, 2014, 9:37 pm
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this is new, this coming to terms with being speechless. the only words i have are repetitive and dry and i just keep searching for something damp; a cure to all of this eagerness.

it can’t all be empty bottles of eighteenth century sailors.

Jeff Buckley
September 13, 2014, 6:30 pm
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“I have no advice for anybody except to, you know, be awake enough to see where you are at any given time and how that is beautiful and has poetry inside, even in places you hate.”