lifeinpoetry: no longer an other, but an usthrusting headfirstwith hunger. — Savannah Slone, from “molding the pulse,” published in Thin Air Magazine

The word ‘fury,’ as we use it today, implies chaotic, unfocused frenzy, but the Furies themselves embodied justified anger, stemming from an adamantine moral code. In Homer, they are curses made flesh, released upon those who commit a crime or threaten the natural order. Seneca the Younger calls them ‘they who with awful brows investigate […]

tenderbeasts: I’m a bit of restless writer, constantly writing things, showing them to people and then pulling those pieces apart to create newer things. Here’s a small collection of my favourite parts of my recent poems.  Source: tenderbeasts

keloch: “…and feel within me uprush some wilder, darker violence,” — Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “The Waves,” (via violentwavesofemotion)