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#impressions

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I am convinced that the first lyric poem was written at night, and that the moon was witness to that event and that the event was witness to the moon. For me, the moon has always been the very embodiment of lyric poetry.

Mary Ruefle, from 'Poetry and the Moon'. Published in Madness, Rack and Honey: Collected Lectures.

#Mary ruefle #madness rack and honey #prose #essays #on poetry #on lyric poetry

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The only colour I can see comes from the green pines across the inlet, the golden kelp that's washed ashore. Everything smells of drying life and sharp salt.

Jessica J. Lee, from Dispersals: On Plants, Borders and Belonging

#words #prose #Jessica j. lee #dispersals #creative nonfiction

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...here, in Paekākāriki, outside my window the Tasman Sea, moon-bound, rises and falls. It breaks up on the sea wall and falls.

Dinah Hawken, from 'The uprising'. Published in No Other Place to Stand: An Anthology of Climate Change Poetry from Aotearoa New Zealand.

#Dinah hawken #poetry #words

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a book that you read in the past year that really stayed with you?

How Kyoto Breaks Your Heart by Florentyna Leow - a dreamy meditation on Kyoto, absence, longing, heartbreak & persimmons ♡

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long time no see how are you? what are you reading these days? you've been missed xo

hi, thanks so much for saying that ♡ I think I'll be posting more often here from now. I'm reading Pop Song by Larissa Pham, Dispersals by Jessica J. Lee and Cold Enough for Snow by Jessica Au ♡

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A crush is distinct from friendship or love by dint of its intensity and sudden onset. It is marked by passionate feeling, by constant daydreaming: a crush exists in the dreamy space between fantasy and regular life. The objects of our crushes, who themselves may also be referred to as crushes, cannot be figures central to our daily lives. They appear in the periphery of our days, made romantic by their distance.

Larissa Pham, from 'Crush'. Published in Pop Song: Adventures in Art and Intimacy.

#Larissa pham #essays #pop song #prose #words #creative nonfiction

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AE HEE LEE, from "Prelude"

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I came to associate Berlin with a particular shade of pink: fuchsia sunsets, the ripple of cherry through white ice cream. Spring in the city was coloured with flirtation, like bubble gum or confetti. Clouds of blossoms covered the trees.

Jessica J. Lee, from Dispersals: On Plants, Borders and Belonging

#creative nonfiction #nonfiction #prose #Jessica j. lee #dispersals #words

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unburnable the cold is flooding our lives, kaveh akbar. from calling a wolf a wolf.

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Tran Phuc Duyen (1923-1993) Village Landscape Near A River 1951 (45 by 36 cm) Lacquer on wood.

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head empty only thoughts of mossy forest

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“January– in other provinces, plums blooming.”

— Kobayashi Issa, from The Essential Haiku: Versions of Basho, Buson & Issa (ed. Robert Hass)

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The summer that was

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“It was the month of June when her eyes opened, softly as the flower opens its petals, gently as the dawning of the day,”

— Amrita Pritam, from Krishna Gorowara, from “The Annunciation,”

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“The whiteness of the flowers seemed to levitate in the dark. Every time the crowd of petals bobbed under a puff of the wind you were left with the afterimage of white that had the texture of a dream. And just beside that dream the river continued to flow, and off in the distance the dark nighttime ocean stretched the flower of the moon into a single gleaming road. The black waters before us swelled up and fell back again, glimmering with tiny flecks of light, the dark motion extending all the way to infinity.”

– Banana Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi

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Hala Alyan, from "Interactive :: House Saints"

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