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bed head / bare skin / brand new song / not done writing it but whatever

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Spoiler by Hala Alyan

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Aa small moment by Cornelius Eady

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“Leisure, Hannah, Does Not Agree With You,” Hannah Gamble

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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

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what they did yesterday afternoon by Warsan Shire

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Refaat Alereer: If I die, let it be a tale

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By Czeck writer Karel Čapek, inventor of the term ‘robot’ as well!

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— Brenda Shaughnessy, from "Human Dark with Sugar"

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coming back on this account to say i met Richard Siken last night and i was incredibly awkward but he was very nice about it <3 i love him and his work so much and I'm so glad he's back on the writing scene (he has a new book coming out in the future with copper canyon!!)

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Skipping Stones with Ross

Strangely, there is a river right by the beach; the sand roughens

into pebbles and stones and even rocks. You have to dig

the rocks out from the sand, brush them off to reveal

the shine and sparkle in the Grecian sun. I threw those rocks

into the river with you, scampered over the riverside to find

the flattest stones, flung them sideways. You were better

than me, skipping them all the way across, and for a moment

you forgot the stiff contortions of your body, forgot

that you had a body, only remembered the beautiful mechanism

of your arm, and your bones turned hollow, the stones flew.

I remember learning to skip stones when I was ten, hot

frustration burning a hole inside my stomach until I saw

the leap across water, so quick you could miss it, but I didn't

miss it. I saw it jump like a waterbug, flashing in the sun.

I didn't climb up the cliff, my knee still twinging with pain,

but you did. I didn't think you would, but the sun woke you up

unexpectedly, the river with its loamy algae and bed of stone.

Just before the climb, you picked up a white stone, to me

ordinary. I did remark, however, on its beauty, because

you showed me, you put it in my hand. You looked at me,

said take it, I took it. Look at this one, I said in response, holding

another white stone veined with red, and you saw me again,

I swear you did, you saw.

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Ghazal by Tracy K. Smith

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@fairycosmos / Comic by @shhhitsfine / Comic by @incendavery

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- Ollie Schminkey, My Father.

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yep. happy 100th anniversary to this vibe

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rooms in the first house by anna marie tendler