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a post midnight morsel of delicious stirring to send you on a one way ticket back to dreamland
(poem by leonard cohen)
(poem by leonard cohen)
Apr 16, 2025
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🌑'Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smoothes the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.'
T.S Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night
T.S Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Jul 19, 2025
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😃I’ll let one of her poems say it best:
“Leonard Avenue
Two floors down I loll in warm cinnamon-scented water. Box piled on box on box, up under the eaves you float in turgid bloodwarm sleep. Bundled in my robe I climb bearing coffee steaming incense on the chill stairway air. We’ll drink it dabbling in bed on the shore between waking and sleep where you enter my wetness and I take in your warmth.”
Excerpt From Moon Is Always Female Marge Piercy
Two floors down I loll in warm cinnamon-scented water. Box piled on box on box, up under the eaves you float in turgid bloodwarm sleep. Bundled in my robe I climb bearing coffee steaming incense on the chill stairway air. We’ll drink it dabbling in bed on the shore between waking and sleep where you enter my wetness and I take in your warmth.”
Excerpt From Moon Is Always Female Marge Piercy
May 29, 2025
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📖By Margaret Atwood. My favorite love poem 🌹
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream, from the grief at the center. I would like to follow you up the long stairway again & become the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame in two cupped hands to where your body lies beside me, and you enter it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream, from the grief at the center. I would like to follow you up the long stairway again & become the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame in two cupped hands to where your body lies beside me, and you enter it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.
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latin for “from the depths”. if you’re feeling said depths, this letter is both an ailment and a friend.
the soul is not complete without a relationship with sorrow
the soul is not complete without a relationship with sorrow
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one of my favorite things to do in this lifetime is to sit in a comfy chair and silently listen to Dorothy Ashby records from top to bottom doused in candlelight 🪽its magic never fails to wash over me, like fresh rainwater over a smooth river stone