#danusha laméris

[typewriter-worries]

It's world poetry day so here are some (more) of my favorite poems:

What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade by Brad Aaron Modlin

All Trains Are Going Local by Timothy Liu

Rural Boys Watch the Apocalypse by Keaton St. James (@boykeats)

HOPE YOU’RE WELL. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS. by Lev St. Valentine (@dogrotpdf)

Time of Love by Claribel Alegría

Every Job Has a First Day by Rebecca Gayle Howell

ALL THAT WANTING, RIGHT? by Devin Kelly

Reading by A.R. Ammons

things i want to ask you by Helga Floros

Night Bird by Danusha Laméris

Prayer for Werewolves by Stephanie Burt

The Two Times I Loved You the Most In a Car by Dorothea Grossman

The Yearner by Rachel Long

If I Had Three Lives by Sarah Russell

I Dream on a Crowded Subway Train with My Eyes Open But My Body Swaying by Chen Chen

We Have Not Long to Love by Tennessee Williams

Jesus at the Gay Bar by Jay Hulme

Cracks by Dieu Dinh

and here's part one <3

#already working on next year's list <3 #these are a few of my favorite things #brad aaron modlin #timothy liu #keaton st. james #lev st. valentine #claribel alegría #rebecca gayle howell #devin kelly #a.r. ammons #helga floros #danusha laméris #stephanie burt #dorothea grossman #rachel long #sarah russell #chen chen #tennessee williams #jay hulme #dieu dinh #world poetry day #poetry #literature #poetry recs #not to me not if it's queue

[albertcamusofficial]

#web weaving #triassic cuddle #poetry #richard siken #danusha laméris #various beasts and virtues

[mythologyofblue]

Small Kindnesses

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”

-Danusha Laméris

#Danusha Laméris #kindness #poetry #poem

[apoemaday]

Insha’Allah

by Danusha Laméris

I don’t know when it slipped into my speech that soft word meaning, “if God wills it.” Insha’Allah I will see you next summer. The baby will come in spring, insha’Allah. Insha’Allah this year we will have enough rain. So many plans I’ve laid have unraveled easily as braids beneath my mother’s quick fingers. Every language must have a word for this. A word our grandmothers uttered under their breath as they pinned the whites, soaked in lemon, hung them to dry in the sun, or peeled potatoes, dropping the discarded skins into a bowl. Our sons will return next month, insha’Allah. Insha’Allah this war will end, soon. Insha’Allah the rice will be enough to last through winter. How lightly we learn to hold hope, as if it were an animal that could turn around and bite your hand. And still we carry it the way a mother would, carefully, from one day to the next.

#poetry #danusha laméris #insha'allah

[metamorphesque]

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk / down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs / to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” / when someone sneezes, a leftover / from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. / And sometimes, when you spill lemons / from your grocery bag, someone else will help you/ pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. / We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, / and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile / at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress / to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, / and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. / We have so little of each other, now. So far / from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. / What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these / fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, / have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”

— Small Kindnesses, Danusha Laméris

#small kindnesses #i love it when humaneness happens #🌼 #poem #poetry #literature #romantic academia #light academia #danusha laméris

[julesofnature]

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.” 'Small Kindnesses', by Danusha Laméris

#Danusha Laméris #kindness

[quotefeeling]

What we do not know lies in darkness. / The way the unsayable rests at the back of the tongue. / So let us sing of it—for the earth is a dark loam / and the night sky an unfathomable darkness.

Danusha Laméris, Bonfire Opera: Poems; “O Darkness”

#Danusha Laméris #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[thebookquotes]

What we do not know lies in darkness. / The way the unsayable rests at the back of the tongue. / So let us sing of it—for the earth is a dark loam / and the night sky an unfathomable darkness.

Danusha Laméris, Bonfire Opera: Poems; “O Darkness”

#Danusha Laméris #books and libaries #book quotes #bookblr #quotes #lit #spilled ink #poetry #literature #original #zitat #thoughts #writing #words #text

[thehopefulquotes]

What we do not know lies in darkness. / The way the unsayable rests at the back of the tongue. / So let us sing of it—for the earth is a dark loam / and the night sky an unfathomable darkness.

Danusha Laméris, Bonfire Opera: Poems; “O Darkness”

#Danusha Laméris #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[araekniarchive]

hello i adore your work so much!! i hope you’re having a lovely day. i’d like to request a web-weave on the intersection between love and fruit (like peeling oranges for someone or sharing a peach etc.)

Chaia Heller, After Language

Anne Carson, Decreation

Elvis Presley, I Slipped, I Stumbled, I Fell

William Adolphe Bouguereau, Les Oranges (detail)

Wikipedia definition of the Albanian word for ‘grape’, rrush

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Richard Siken, Scheherazade

A vandalised Wikipedia article on mandarins (via @goopy-amethyst)

Nana Mouskouri, Love Tastes Like Strawberries

Lady Lamb, Bird Balloons

Ross Gay, Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude

Denis Sarazhin

Danusha Laméris, Small Kindnesses

Christopher Citro, Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks

Haley Heynderickx, Jo

#webs #web weaving #theme: fruit #theme: food #theme: love #mine #requests #this one started in the notebook and then mutated wildly #chaia heller #anne carson #elvis presley #william adolphe bouguereau #madeline miller #richard siken #nana mouskouri #lady lamb #ross gay #denis sarazhin #danusha laméris #christopher citro #haley heynderickx #i took a few days on this one and i really like how it turned out #i was keen not to just do oranges despite how much i love them as an extended metaphor for love and happiness

[paniniqueen]

“…the thing with feathers…”

Danusha Lameris, “Insha ’Allah” // Vampire Diaries, s8e1 // Richard Siken, “Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper” // Voltaire, Candide // Franz Wright “Voice” // Anna Akhmatova, quoted by Lydia Chukovskaya, “The Akhmatova Journals” // quote by Morgan Nikola-Wren, art by @griefmother on IG // Franz Wright, “Night Walk” // John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed // Emily Dickinson, “Hope”

#web weaving #hope #Emily Dickinson #hope is the thing with feathers #John green #anna akhmatova #Voltaire #danusha laméris #Richard Siken #Franz Wright #poetry #quotes #tw depression #tw mental illness

[missedstations]

"Second Sight" - Danusha Laméris

Back then, it freaked my friends out I knew things I had no way of knowing, like that the 680 East would be closed the next day, a trip to Tahoe, cancelled. Or how I called my boyfriend the night before the giant quake, told him Something big is going to happen tomorrow. And when it hit, I was in the open field everyone else was running to, watching at a distance as windows cracked, chunks of glass falling to the ground. What’s next? they’d ask, as if I’d know or as if knowing would do any good, the world still coming down around us: children kidnapped from the corner store, poison in the water, planes shot from the sky. So when I dreamt my parents’ house exploded, I hoped it was a metaphor but a week later a fire climbed the dry scrub uphill and torched the gas lines. My family got out but lost almost everything: photographs, Christmas ornaments, my grandmother’s gold. Though the gift of seeing is something I think I got from her, my mother’s mother, if such a thing can be passed down. A rogue strand of DNA slipped into the chain, a code for here’s what’s coming, for beware. Useless, maybe. Or maybe the way our line survived, a pantry full of extra stores, an escape route cut through the underbrush, a knife at the ready.

#Poems #Second Sight #Danusha Laméris

[theregencyreticule]

“How lightly we learn to hold hope, with a cautious care that it may turn and bite us, disappoint us. And yet we do hold it, carry it the way a mother would, and we do it from one day to the next. May you be reminded to carry your own hopes lightly, carefully, trusting in possibilities even without certainty." — Danusha Laméris

#danusha laméris #poetry #this is me

[letyourwordsliveon]

“(…)

Whatever your grief,

however long you’ve carried it —

may something

come to you,

quick and unexpected,

whisk away

the bristled edge

in its sharp

and tender beak.”

—Danusha Laméris, Goldfinches

#danusha laméris #goldfinches #how to love the world #poetry #grief #hope #wishes

[dutchdude-71]

Be kind. Always.

#Instagram #small kindnesses #danusha laméris #helena bonham carter #365 poems for life #allie esiri

[seekingstars]

Small Kindnesses - Danusha Laméris

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”

#poetry #danusha laméris