poetry – Page 6 – wraithsandstraysofparis

modernaukeats:

Fallen Angel by Keaton Michael

arterialtrees:

Margaret Atwood from Interlunar

reptilealiensmadeoflight:

– Denis Johnson, from “The White Fires of Venus”

kintay:

A poem, an exercise in omitting letters.

by Thomas Penny

iehudit:

judee sill – emerald river dance

balenchy:

My name!!!! Secret love

The most romantic thing a human being can say
to another human being is Let me help you vomit.
No human being has ever said this to me
& I keep going to god too clean as though god
is frightened of muddy feet. If I am missing
a hairpin I don’t go at all. Please describe
your vomiting; it is like a psalm for me
a place where wilderness might be new.
Other people’s dirt makes a lovely frock.
Grant I be forgiven in the gush.

Melissa Broder, Waterfall (via sonosukeizayoi)

peach-ghost:

“In a field of broken antlers,
I’m holy as the grass
where a deer has slept.”

— Erika L. Sánchez, from “Love Story,” Lessons on Expulsion (via ellaenchanted2004)

bitethebolster-blog:

The perfume that her body exhaled was of the quality of that earth-flesh, fungi, which smells of captured dampness and yet is so dry, overcast with the odour of oil of amber, which is an inner malady of the sea, making her seem as if she had invaded a sleep incautious and entire. Her flesh was the texture of plant life, and beneath it one sensed a frame, broad, porous and sleep-worn, as if sleep were a decay fishing her beneath the visible surface. About her head there was an effulgence as of phosphorous glowing about the circumference of a body of water – as if her life lay through her in ungainly luminous deteriorations – the troubling structure of the born somnambule.

-DJUNA BARNES, Nightwood

eros-turannos:

Introduction to the Body in Fairy Tales by Jeannine Hall Gailey