gaugua: “God-intoxicated.” — Ovid, The Art of Love (Book I, v. 313)

lifeinpoetry: I master the map of never, raftits fragments, mouth the brightness of human’sleftover snow, details of fever-cloudswhere the convent dissolves in violence. — Jennifer Elise Foerster, from “Coosa,” published in Poetry

spaacemusings:                           i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell                                           i would know him blind,               […]

oldgodssuggestion: You may have a gilded cage, or a world on fire. Choose wisely.

lunchboxpoems: There are only so many parallel universesthat concern us.     In one, he isn’t dead. In another, you drink light with your handsall winter. There is a universe in which no one is lying emptied in the street as the gas station burns, a universein which our mothers haven’t learned to wrap their […]

transistorxiii: “Take your practiced powers and stretch them out until they span the chasm between two contradictions… For the god wants to know himself in you.” — Rainer Maria Rilke, As once the winged energy of delight (via transistorxiii)