#Smoking the Bible

[orpheuslament]

Ritual Is Journey, Chris Abani

[whoismims]

2023 was the year I was able to rediscover my love of reading after a difficult time, particularly at the height of the pandemic. Here are some of my favorite books that I read.

[revmeg]

...What do you seek? Story or lighthouse? Vision or revelation? I think I will welcome death the way skin opens to heat. A lesson learned from Mother's grace as she sat in a wheelchair, watching the spread of her family. The way she leaned back, hands falling open in her lap to gather light, or my brother who stopped mid shout, turned to us, smiled and was gone.

from "Crossing" in Smoking the Bible by Chris Abani, p. 59

[boysslove]

4 MINUTES Bible Wichapas Sumettikul

[cookthepenguin]

[hellonerf]

it gets so serious. as always

[liyazaki]

“...his desperation had made him cruel." -Sally Rooney

kinnporsche | episode 13

[scarmille]

via pinterest

[nothingbizzare]

The betrayal of Judah

[bal0neysandwich]

whimsical hellsing doodles bc my dad got me obsessed

[unpretty]

i was curious so i looked her up and apparently mamapam23 reads the bible, which represents either a fundamental misunderstanding of what tumblr is or else a perfect understanding of what tumblr is

[druginducedheartattack]

they luv 2 hate me

[revmeg]

"Vigil" by Chris Abani

And when our cousin came for you one night, near the end, in a dream, in a bus, you called, voice hollow, and said, I cannot go. And we sat together, an ocean between us, talking of the scent of billy goats and the chili that smells like them. A hit to the senses. Talked about how you can call back across the void if you need me-- all so you wouldn't get on that bus, travel on to death. A vigil of laughter and foolishness, a way to prepare for when you would be ready. My brother's jaw slackens in death, mouth falling open, slides to one side. A waxwork gone awry, melting. My niece, the doctor, says they will tie it later, force the rigor and lock with rope-- or one can just hold it until it sets closed. And so I sit one more vigil with the blood of my blood. My hands cup his slowly cooling chin, and all the while I am singing him across the gulf of the ineffable, loss and darkness slain by a jawbone held gently. Even in this, intimacy is a loaded place, lonely as a body turning to spirit, still-- I want to ask if I gave enough tenderness, gave the light, the wick and the flint, gave the right answers, gave the right yes.

[chenouttachen]

hey boc? what is the message of bible’s 4 minutes teaser????

[blanketed-in-stars]

i was tagged in wip whenever by @afaramir - thank you!! i'm not even writing any fic atm but i am continuing to pick away at a backstory for a campaign-less d&d character i made up with a friend years ago...... very normal about them. anyway here's a snippet from the POV of that character's friend.

Cyrus looks at them across their two rifles, both clutched white-knuckled on their knees. Meets their flickering red gaze. “I—I can’t.” He thinks he might throw up, half-wishes he would so that someone on the ground might know him for a coward and send him home. His first fight and he’s up in a tree, too scared to shoot anyone and too weak to feel anything but glad about it. And then he thinks of his ma, what she’d say if she heard him say that, and the nausea turns all at once to a hot press of tears behind his eyes. Funny—he didn’t even think to pray.

i tag... @brightbluedot (the friend in question with whom i made up these dudes) @july-19th-club @dying-suffering-french-stalkers and literally any other followers who are making anything! i wanna see it!!!

[orpheuslament]

poetry collection recs? spare poetry collection recs?