Letter to Anais from Henry

August 14, 1932 Anais: Don’t expect me to be sane anymore. Don’t let’s be sensible. It was a marriage at Louveciennes—you can’t dispute it. I came away with pieces of you sticking to me; I am walking about, swimming, in an ocean of blood, your Andalusian blood, distilled and poisonous. Everything I do and sayContinue reading “Letter to Anais from Henry”

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Billy Collins — The Vale of Soul-Making

Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes First, her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders and laid on the back of a wooden chair. And her bonnet, the bow undone with a light forward pull. Then the long white dress, a more complicated matter with mother-of-pearl buttons down the back, so tiny and numerous […]Continue reading “Billy Collins — The Vale of Soul-Making”

Tropical forests

are where we evolved from and forests are fundamental to our physical and psychological well being. They’re being depleted ruthlessly by greedy corporations who partner with governments to produce sad stuff, to sell us sad stuff for profit so that we can buy it, get hooked on it– to be less sad? Don’t buy it–breakContinue reading “Tropical forests”

Alphachanneling — Phoos

Born in Switzerland, Alphachanneling is the pseudonym of an artist based in Oakland, California. Inspired by, as they put it, “Taoism and tantra, pornography and folk art, BDSM and the divine, the mystical and the occult, indigenous and outsider art”, Alphachanneling creates a utopic world of intensely deep sexual experiences devoid of shame or judgement.… viaContinue reading “Alphachanneling — Phoos”

Nice to everybody

The more you see how temporary everything is, the more you want to be extremely nice to everybody. Reminders, from today To the war veteran on the wheelchair, sitting outside on a warm day The young woman alone with a child To the young man huddled in the comfort of his cheap phone The beggarContinue reading “Nice to everybody”

How would you like your men, ma’am?

A young woman walked into sky mall. “How would you like your men, ma’am?” A store clerk asked. “How would I like my men?” She questioned, slightly annoyed that the clerk hadn’t figured out her extra picky nature by now. “How would I like my men?” She repeated while thinking out loud. “Just like howContinue reading “How would you like your men, ma’am?”

Mothers of the East

Dot on forehead And the red powder along your parted hairs, like a red brick road. The smell of roses, temples, and all things holy, heartbreaking, and nostalgic. The thought of gods and a plate full of flowers for offerings, Held by arms close to your frightened chest; a plate full of hopes and aspirationsContinue reading “Mothers of the East”