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“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”

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Dreams in the Witch House

Harry O. Morris Jr. (b. 1949)

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“Why do we close our eyes when we pray, when we cry, when we kiss, when we dream; because the most beautiful things in our life are not seen but felt only by the heart.”

— Unknown

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- Tory Adkisson, Anecdote of the Pig.

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Gold by Yujin kim

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Anne Sexton, from “Doors, Doors, Doors,” in The Complete Poems [ID in alt text]

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Roberto Ferri: “L’amore, La Morte, e Il Sogno (Love, Death, and the Dream)”, Detail. Oil on Canvas, 2017

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Perhaps the World Ends Here, Joy Harjo ( @atarqxiia ) | The Light The Living See, Ada Limón | @soracities

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“the poem begins not where the knife enters but where the blade twists.”

— Hanif Abdurraqib, from his poem ‘The Prestige’, published at Poets.Org

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My body taught me to be tender / I want a new one. / I want fangs. / A jaw with hinges wide as spite and no learned musings of a conscience.

Alison Kronstadt, Bred In Captivity

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Roberto Ferri -  Prigione di Lacrime

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Nicole Vaunt // by Rod Cadenza // from the Arctic Nude workshop in Iceland

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I’m collapsing into myself these days. if I were not so exhausted I’d write myself a dying star or a sinkhole or even maybe Troy, burning. but Helen’s not here. it isn’t me standing on the shore. I don’t feel like a person sometimes. in the chaos of crumbling, I wonder if I ever was one to begin with.

Olivia Larson

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Falling Star (detail, 1884) Witold Pruszkowski

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Georges Bataille, Guilty (tr. Bruce Boone)