Eye Syndromes

“Begin with the soft smelted upturned heart-shaped mouth made for smiling a smile kept for kindness, tenderness, incapable of malice.
Am I going too fast for you?
The almond eyes see out through their sleepy epicanthic fold. Trusting and calm, if a flicker from slowness, a further flicker from stupidity.
Settled in slow-motion beauty, heart-breaking beauty.”
― Craig Raine

Being The Table

“There are times when wisdom cannot be found in the chambers of parliament or the halls of academia but at the unpretentious setting of the kitchen table.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri

t [h] r e a d s

“The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order, a timetable not necessarily – perhaps not possibly – chronological. The time as we know it subjectively is often the chronology that stories and novels follow: it is the continuous thread of revelation.”
― Eudora Welty

Scented Light

“May your love for me be
like the scent of the evening sea
drifting in through a quiet window

so i do not have to run
or chase or fall… to feel you

all i have to do
is breathe.”

― Sanober Khan

SUN Confessions: Spit[e]

“Our first confessions took place outside as children. We ran, giddy with laughter, and running down sidewalks lined with cherry blossoms. One child chased another, and in the running, they didn’t use words to confess their joy, but laughter spoke it all the same. Confession need not be labeled as negative, nor limited to dark rooms without windows or fresh air. Everything we do and feel is part of nature, not religion, and only one is the true healer.”
― llv

Painting Over Achromaticity

“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman’s womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.”
― Anaïs Nin

Whistle

“…[H]e had just acquired… a valued novelty in whistling… [H]e strode down the street with his mouth full of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. He felt much as an astronomer feels who has discovered a new planet – no doubt, as far as strong, deep, unalloyed pleasure is concerned, the advantage was with the boy, not the astronomer.”
― Mark Twain

The Murder of Fear

“Do not be afraid of love or the course it will take. There is no certainty in life. Choose love first and choose love last and it will give you more than you ever give it.”
― Donna Goddard

Evacuation In 24

“Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe.”
― Frederick Douglass

Five Fingers. D E E P.

“I was mistaken
when I said you
live in my heart.
How absurd I was
when you live in my
fingertips so that everything
I touch is you. How foolish
I was when you live in my toes
so that everywhere I go there’s you.
How senseless of me to say
you live in my heart
when you breathe in my lungs,
walk on my mind, and
drink in my mouth. I came to
pen another poem for you,
but even every unwritten poem
is you.”
― Kamand Kojouri

F O R E V E R & A Day

“There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind…”
― Shel Silverstein

Purple [c] Lover

“If Bacchus ever had a color he could claim for his own, it should surely be the shade of tannin on drunken lips, of John Keat’s ‘purple-stained mouth’, or perhaps even of Homer’s dangerously wine-dark sea.”
― Victoria Finlay

Passiflora

“There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate.
The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”
And the white rose weeps, “She is late;”
The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;”
And the lily whispers, “I wait.”
― Alfred Tennyson

o F F E R I N G

“She turned, and saw a great white moon looking at her over the hill. And her breast opened to it, she was cleaved like a transparent jewel to its light. She stood filled with the full moon, offering herself. Her two breasts opened to make way for it, her body opened wide like a quivering anemone, a soft, dilated invitation touched by the moon.”
― D.H. Lawrence

Vapor

“The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before – but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.”
― Enid Blyton, The Secret Island

Shells

“You can live for a long time inside the shell you were born in. But one day it’ll become too small.”
“Then what?” I ask.
“Well, then you’ll have to find a larger shell to live in.”
I consider this for a moment. “What if it’s too small but you still want to live there?”
She sighs. “Gracious, child, what a question. I suppose you’ll either have to be brave and find a new home or you’ll have to live inside a broken shell.”
― Christina Baker Kline

Smoking Room

“Why do you have a cigarette lighter in your glove compartment?” her husband, Jack, asked her. “I’m bored with knitting. I’ve taken up arson”
― Audrey Niffenegger

2 . S I D E S

“When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus

N A I L S

“ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 – 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕦𝕖𝕤.

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕’𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘. 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖.

ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕖, 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚-𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕞𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣.

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤, 𝕚𝕤, 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖.”

~𝐿𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝑀. 𝐿𝑒𝒾𝓉𝓃𝑒

On Your Skin

“I want to see the thirst
inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the cry. I want
words as rough
as virgin rocks.”
― Pablo Neruda

C h e r r y . W h i n e

“To be acceptable is for one to ignore his weakness while knowing his strength, to cover the scar even though it’s always there, however, to be impossible is for one to see his weakness as, not an adversary, but the cherry on top of his strength, to rearrange the scar so that it compliments his features.”
― Criss Jami

B u t e o

“You’re my dream. I want to crawl inside your skin and see how you taste from the inside. I could spend a decade just listening to you sigh like that. Spend time? Give me every fucking minute and I’ll worship you like the sick, depraved bastard I am.”
― V. Theia

A s h e s

“It’s not about the ashes, for they tell a tale of what was. It’s about having a vision sufficient to understand that the tale that lies among the ashes stands ready to build the dream that will rise above the ashes.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

b e d

“Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friend-
Bed awaits me at the end.”
― Dorothy Parker

Ribbonized

“An artist should never be prisoner of himself, prisoner of a style, prisoner of success, etc. Did not the Goncourts write that the artists of the great age of Japanese art changed names many times during their careers? I like that; they wanted to safeguard their freedom.”
~ Henri Matisse

The Best of…

“There is no Best trophy awarded to Truth, because Truth has no winner, but should it find itself in competition with another, then favor goes to the ones that stay the course long after the racetrack has disappeared.”
~ Laura Lynn Vala

Dusk

“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”
― Jack Kerouac

Garden Wanderers

“His scent attracted me not from physical distance, but from eternities I’d mourned without him. No matter what the world said was appropriate, I would taste him, and remember who we were, and how to one another, we were groves of love.”
~ Laura Lynn Vala

His Palette

“The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.”
― Roman Payne

The Description

“In the Winter of my life I fell in love with Autumn and you. The leaves will change and fall but your love I feel is here to stay, at least for just another day.”
― Maria Koszler