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Adrianne Lenker for The New York Times

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stars (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)

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just a psa that today's poem of the day is worth reading

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Topaz Winters, from "Cherry Blossoms"

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The Bed   -   Ruprecht von Kaufmann , 2023.

German, b. 1974 -

Oil on linoleum on wood , 40 x 30 cm. 15.7 x 11.8 in.

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absentmindedly drew my lover today

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god calls me on the payphone, tells me there aren't enough magnolia trees in the garden. asks me a question. i spend my whole life answering it.

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think it's a deep consolation to know that spiders dream, that monkeys tease predators, that dolphins have accents, that lions can be scared silly by a lone mongoose, that otters hold hands, and ants bury their dead. that there isn't their life and our life. nor your life and my life. that it's just one teetering and endless thread and all of us, all of us, are entangled w it as deep as entanglement goes. v neat i think.

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Message placed on the Black Mountain in west Belfast, Ireland on Saturday 3rd August 2014.

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Suzanne Shifflett (prints currently 15% off to raise funds for her sick dog)

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one thing about me i’m the leaver. i will leave

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k.d.: In high school, I took an aptitude test that said I was 98 percent guaranteed to be a mechanic.

Anne: I’d love to pull into your garage and see you wiping your hands on a greasy rag.

k.d.: I’d say, “How can I help you, little lady?" 

Anne: And all the cute girls would come to your garage and the other mechanics wouldn’t get it.

k.d. and her good friend Anne Meredith in Rolling Stone, August 1993

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Faye Wei Wei, Faye & Leo (Two Peach Stones), 2020

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“The white light splutters and pours. Carnations; chrysanthemums. Ivy in dark gardens. Wherever I go, I see you, turning the corner, you, you, you. I hasten, I follow. This, I fancy, must be the sea. Grey is the landscape; dim as ashes; the water murmurs and moves. If I fall on my knees, if I go through the ritual, the ancient antics, it’s you I adore; if I open my arms, it’s you I embrace, you I draw to me—”

— Virginia Woolf, from Complete Works; “An Unwritten Novel,” (via sainterly)