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if…

Dear Gentle Sir,

When I say your name, my heart rumbles
much like a lion roars when it knows it’s right.
If only we could know the future, we might roar more.

xo

if freckles were lovely, and day was night
and measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie
life would be delight
but things couldn’t go right
for in such a sad plight
i wouldn’t be i

if earth was heaven and now was hence
and past was present and false was true
there might be some sense
but I’d be in suspense
for on such a pretense
you wouldn’t be you.

if fear was plucky, and globes were square
and dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
things would seem fair
yet they’d all despair
for if here was there
we wouldn’t be we.

— e.e cummings —

alone with other people…

alone-with-other-people

Is anyone moved / by the plainness of raw skin anymore?

— Gabby Bess —

 

there is a crack in everything…

that’s how the light gets in.

to autumn…

Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

to autumn

— William Blake —

beannachtai na feile padraig oraibh…

close to the edge as i can
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over.
Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center.

– Kurt Vonnegut –

we don’t cross the line…

 

the line crosses us
. . . the line crosses us.

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