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— Georgia O'Keeffe, from a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O'Keeffe: Art and Letters (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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While I'm at work on a poem, I hope for accidents along the way. Any writer knows, I think, the sensation of what laymen call "inspiration." My sense of that experience is this: when hard at work on a poem, help comes from everywhere—things you read or overhear, the lull of the subway, the newspaper, the bedside book, the rock song on the radio, the odd memory . . . everything suddenly feeds into what you have cooking.

J. D. McClatchy

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the lover’s almanac : part one.

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“Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.”

— Anne Carson, excerpt from “Short Talk on Hedonism,” from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

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thinking about change until the water gets cold

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Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to David Gurewitsch featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

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— natalie wee, never been kissed (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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spring is most

beautiful;

the awakening

of things

-v.o

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“I’ll never stop loving you, she said,

it would take eternity to even try.”

-v.o

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Ilya Kaminsky, from "While the Child Sleeps, Sonya Undresses", Deaf Republic

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Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All at Once”