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We must leave evidence. Evidence that we were here, that we existed, that we survived and loved and ached. Evidence of the wholeness we never felt and the immense sense of fullness we gave to each other. Evidence of who we were, who we thought we were, who we never should have been. Evidence for each other that there are other ways to live—past survival; past isolation.
by Mia Mingus (via arabellesicardi)

(via heartcountry)

heckleweather:

― caitlyn siehl

(Source: severus-prince, via alonesomes)

The poem carries love and terror, or it carries nothing.
by Jane Hirshfield, from “Like an Ant Carrying Her Bits of Leaf or Sand,” Each Happiness Ringed by Lions: Selected Poems
(via lifeinpoetry)

(Source: lifeinpoetry, via heartcountry)

A Small Needful Fact

oofpoetry:

Is that Eric Garner worked
for some time for the Parks and Rec.
Horticultural Department, which means,
perhaps, that with his very large hands,
perhaps, in all likelihood,
he put gently into the earth
some plants which, most likely,
some of them, in all likelihood,
continue to grow, continue
to do what such plants do, like house
and feed small and necessary creatures,
like being pleasant to touch and smell,
like converting sunlight
into food, like making it easier
for us to breathe.

Ross Gay

(via heartcountry)

my bones are heavy / with the weight / of never having been seen at all.
by Natalie Wee, from ‘Either/Or/Other’, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (x)

(Source: soracities, via warminglight)

I sing against your touch like metal when
Struck, like the howl of the wind on cliffs.
This is a love poem.
I think.
by from M. McCoy’s UNTITLED, 1969 (via godpoem)

(Source: redportrait, via warminglight)

You want so badly to feel alive. You want so badly to be born again.
by Donte Collins - “Grief Puppet” (Button Live)

(Source: buttonpoetry, via 7-weeks)

lora-mathis: “Lora Mathis 4x6 prints of this available in my shop. All sales (minus printing) going 50/50 to the ACLU Nationwide (American Civil Liberties Union) and CAIR (Council of American-Islamic Relations.) ”
alonesomes: ““And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” –John Steinbeck (I’m bad at this but I gave it a shot) ”
All you want is to run into the woods & beg / the wolf to fuck you up.
by Ocean Vuong, from “Anaphora as Coping Mechanism,” Night Sky with Exit Wounds
(via lifeinpoetry)

(Source: lifeinpoetry, via alonesomes)