#danusha lameris

[poemsforthesehours]

From Danusha Laméris's book, Bonfire Opera.

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[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Danusha Lameris ~ Let Rain Be Rain

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[snimeat]

— lone wolf, d.l.

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[surrendermyheart]

Feeding the Worms by Danusha Laméris. ID in alt text

#theres a popular post going around with this as an addition but i just wanted it on its own since i love it so much #danusha lameris #feeding the worms #poetry #nature #genposting #fave

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Danusha Laméris, from "Bonfire Opera", University of Pittsburgh Press, 2020 [ALT TEXT under cut]

“Chance” by Danusha Laméris

They talked about it while soaking in an unusually deep red tub at his rented house. How the constellations had gone out of their way to align, so that their paths converged for a time in the redwoods, in a shingled cottage above the creek. It was all so perfectly temporary. He had easier hours at work. She, the willingness and freedom at midday. Even some nights. Statistically improbable that their bodies fit together the way they did. And that the words he whispered fit so seamlessly inside her ear. But― isn’t it written in the Holy Books?―the gods do not like to dole out too much honey, so as not to saturate the palate. Or the soul, which must be allowed its hungers. And this was honey by the spoonful: He played guitar and sang for her while she soaped her limbs. He peeled off her robe with his teeth while she read him his favorite poems by the fire’s last flame. Perhaps it is a mercy to have such limits. Isn’t unimpeded pleasure almost unbearable? And isn’t there always someone, just outside the frame, who has to pay? When the ancient astrologers began to track the bodies of heaven, they must have meant to catch the gods at the moment of their brief indulgence, that softening, when they allow us more than just a little taste. And right before, in their infinite and merciless wisdom, they take it back.

#danusha lameris #danusha laméris #poetry #typography #words #found* #on love

[artandotherwise]

"Feeding the Worms"

by Danusha Lameris

Ever since I found out that earth worms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies, I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley, avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.

I’d always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden, almost vulgar—though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can, forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.

#poetry #danusha lameris #my post

[convulsionofhonesty]

from "red tights" by danusha lameris

#mine #this poem did a lot for me right now #but i did almost cry in class when we read it today #danusha lameris

[wordlocker]

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.”

#small kindnesses #danusha lameris #poem

[bright-eyes-strawberry-lies]

This poem reminds me of my boy, Luke Castellan.

#luke castellan #pjo #coyote bonfire opera #danusha lameris

[citrinekay]

Worlds in Worlds by Danusha Lameris

#words #danusha lameris #beyond evil mutuals this is what i imagine the inside of jw's head looks like #hjw core

[yousaytomato]

You're out there "touching grass"

Whilst I'm in the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating my pores

We are not the same.

#Feeding the Worms by Danusha Lameris #Danusha Lameris #woes of emily #i hope this is well known enough to be funny #poetry

[librarianswithattitude]

Small Kindnesses, by Danusha Lameris

#poetry #poem #poems #reading #National poetry month #danusha lameris

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Danusha Laméris, from "Bonfire Opera", University of Pittsburgh Press, 2020 [ALT TEXT under cut]

“Hawks” by Danusha Laméris

for Luna

It was late afternoon and we were standing on the deck overlooking the grey swath of the Pacific, when my friends’ daughter, then four, turned to me and pointed at the hawks flying in the distance. I can call them if I want, she said, tilting her head back to let out a long, fierce caw which floated up over the marsh and above the trees. At first, nothing. Then― a slash in the distance. And in the next moment there it was―nearly above us, wings spread wide, the color of rust. And then, another, the two floating in silent circles while she sounded her cries. The primal cry of the human, raw and plain. The call to prayer, the weeping at the wall, the singer’s highest, most broken, note. Whatever it is we send up into oblivion, waiting. Haven’t I, too, called out? Haven’t I beseeched something winged to do my bidding? And here she was, calling, and here they came, in answer, this hinged assembly, hovering towards us on the wind. Ten? Twenty? Enough to darken the heavens above where we stood, weighted in place, pinned by a cover of raptors. Bone-swallowers, snake-eaters, sharp-sighted angels of prey, their scaled feet clutching the empty sky.

#danusha lameris #danusha laméris #poetry #typography #words #birds #nature #found*

[goneahead]

Felt like celebrating the New Year with some amazing poetry from Danusha Lameris. Enjoy!

#Danusha Lameris

[burythereadwiththeread]

Feeding the Worms by Danusha Laméris

Ever since I found out that earth worms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies, I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley, avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.

I’d always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden, almost vulgar—though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can, forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.

#feeding the worms #danusha lameris #poetry

[oppred]

Insha’Allah BY DANUSHA LAMÉRIS

#joy is a home that i've built by hand #poetry #danusha lameris