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typewriter-worries · 1 month

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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

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random-poetry-account · 5 months

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Favorite Poems

And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When The Rapture Comes by Hanif Abdurraqib

How I Became Impossible by Mary Ruefle

Fragments of Prayers from Saint Joan to the Archangel Michael by Keaton St. James

Blacklung by Keaton St. James

We Were Emergencies

On Being Raised on Fairy Tales in Which You Are the Monster

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#and what good will your vanity be when the rapture comes #hanif abdurraqib #how i became impossible #mary ruefle #blacklung #keaton st. james #we were emergencies #on being raised on fairy tales in which you are the monster #the faithless fingers of a dying poet

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mapsofinnerspace · 6 months

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what I'm trying to say is that if the temperature

inside those wild pockets of interstellar dust hits right near absolute zero,

carbon monoxide and dihydrogen molecules condense together in the dark

nebula to form stars. if you're ready, i want to make you shiver like that.

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boricuacherry-blog · 2 years

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Black Lung, Keaton St. James

#keaton st. james #black lung #poem #poetry #poems

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cryingaboutkafkasdeath · 2 years

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friends says the monarchs witnessed entire armies of southern-living father frogs who swallow their tadpoles whole two crescent moons later the fathers cough up a pile of unharmed raindrop-sized frogs what does it mean, to take what you love into your mouth, to hold them there that gently without swallowing them alive?

keaton st. james

#Keaton St. James #poemsaboutlove #poems on tumblr #poems #poems on life #classics #love quotes #love

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asoftepiloguemylove · 6 months

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I TALK TO GOD, BUT THE SKY IS EMPTY; ABOUT GOD

Keaton St. James (@boykeats) Salvation // pinterest // Lisa Marie Basile Andalucia // Sean Glatch (via @sicknessinmotion) // "Shiizakana," Hannibal (2013-2015) dir. Michael Rymer // Antonio Canova Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss (via @moonstoast) // Ethel Cain Sun Bleached Flies // José Saramago (tr. Margaret Jull Costa) Cain (via @morepeachyogurt) // Leila Chatti Portrait of the Illness as Nightmare

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imaginemirage · 2 years

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#keaton st. james #quote #poetry #poem #quotes #poet #art #angels #storm #bones #thunderstorm #waiting

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blood-mocha-latte · 6 months

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its red as bright as wanting

i.

“I just don’t understand the appeal of them.” Babe said from in front of the kitchen counter.

From behind him, Gene huffed a laugh, sounding rather amused. He shifted, moving from the rickety wooden table that makes up both their kitchen island and dining table (and short-term storage), to walk up behind Babe.

Yellow curtains hid the window that rested over the sink that Babe stood over, inspecting the bright red fruit he held between his index finger and thumb up at eye level. Gene reached around him to tug them open with one hand, the other resting absently on Babe’s hip.

“How can you not like strawberries?” He asked, breath ruffling the hair near Babe’s ear before he moved away, kitchen newly lit by the sun that shines through the window, directly into Babe’s eyes. Not used to being so free of ache, Babe just turned around, his back to the sink. “You pretty much are one.” Babe made a face.

He lowered the strawberry to point at Gene with it, the corner of his mouth ticking up into a grin that he attempted to tamp back down.

“I look nothing like a strawberry, you take that back.” He said, trying his best to stay serious. Gene just huffed, shaking his head as he rounded the table again, a gentle smile carving into his mouth like a spell on stone. Fleeting and infinite. “And I didn’t say I didn’t like them, I just said I don’t see the appeal.”

He brought the strawberry back to his face, the small divots of seeds against the bright red of the fruit. It almost made him smile.

It’s the middle of winter, and it should be snowing. It should be freezing, numbing, all-encompassingly frigid.

But Babe’s in Louisiana, just outside of where Gene grew up, just outside of where a flood swallowed all he knew. It’s the middle of winter and it’s warm and if he closed his eyes and thought hard enough, he could think of every happy memory this home had ever held.

Their memories. Built and fostered and cared for, raised from the earth with the bloody hands that killed people and the bloody hands that saved them, to wash their hands clean of it.

For Babe to leave Philadelphia, to leave behind his family and his mother and ol’ Gonorrhoea. To leave behind the cold that settled in his bones and wouldn’t leave, expanding like water turning to ice, splintering everything in its path.

To leave behind the biting loneliness that kept him torn apart.

Dear Doc, Babe had written, three years ago, only a year after they’d left Berlin, left Europe. And a month later, a letter came back, like he’d sung into a cavern and the echo of his voice had come back, haunting and familiar but somehow all encompassingly new.

Dear Edward, Gene had written back, ever the pragmatic. Babe had laughed maybe a little too hard and nearly brained himself on the railing that led up to his apartment, too impatient to wait to get upstairs to read the slanted, messy handwriting.

Babe blinked back to the present, as easily as falling asleep but inversely. Too entirely caught up in the dips of the berry and Gene moving around gracefully, like water or silks, through their kitchen, gathering jars and fruits and bread.

He watched Gene, watched him move, watched the profile of his relaxed face, the curve of his lips, the wedge of his nose.

Watched as he turned away from Babe entirely, leaning out of the kitchen and into the equally small and cluttered hall that led out of the house.

The warmth flooded through his chest the same way it always did, like taking a warm shower for the first time in years. Like laughing after a terrible night.

Thank god you wrote back. He thought, not for the first time, but a mantra. Thought daily, said daily; whispered like a prayer into every inch of Gene’s skin he can ever reach. Thank god you decided to find your way back to me.

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(read the rest on ao3)

((tagging @malarkgirlypop as per request <3))

#rie writes #guess who didn't see this coming?#me. it was me. and you #and god probably #anyways here you go. first posted contribution to bob fandom #(has been in bob fandom for two years)#i wrote this in one night btw. i was possessed momentarily by keaton st james poems it was magical #band of brothers #eugene roe #doc roe #babe heffron #baberoe #hbo war

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butchrat · 1 year

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"happy new year" I'm pretending this year might hurt less despite the proof of thag being unlikely

@seravph

Paul Guest

@beawriteswords

Keaton St james

#web weaving #wlw #words #lesbian #art #poetry #poem #lgbt #gay #music #New years #Sad #Mourning #Depression #Hope #Pretending #wishful thoughts #Keaton St james #paul guest #Lyrics

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suokokuism · 4 months

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uh oh, posting an original work here. Im not good with poetry but I wanted to try. Hope it's not shitty

#poetry #original poem #prose poetry #writing #keaton st james you are my ispiration everytime i try to write poetry #his works are amazing read them #bye

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smokeandsteam · 3 months

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no. 3 keaton st. james, “history student falls in love with astrophysics student” // no. 5 unknown // no. 6 jessie feinman, “an atheist on a date” // no. 7 unknown // no. 9 gloria anzaldúa, “the cannibal’s cancion” // no. 10 julykings, “gay cowboy love poem”

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murderonthedullexpress · 3 months

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“Trapped”

Stone Butch Blues - Leslie Feinberg

@/lilboyblueish on Instagram

Poem by Keaton St. James (@boykeats)

I/Me/Myself - Will Wood

We Both Laughed In Pleasure by Lou Sullivan

cis people asking cis questions by Silas Denver Melvin (@sweatermuppet)

Tomboy Survival Guide by Ivan Coyote

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lucidloving · 3 months

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@redpi11 // Anaïs Nin // @kfkx // Jennifer Willoughby, "The Sun is Still a Part of Me" // Jorge Luis Borges, "A New Refutation of Time" // Euripides, Medea (trans. Oliver Taplin) // Jenny Slate, Little Weirds // Keaton St. James, "September Affirmation (Don't Be Afraid)" // @kfkx // Czeslaw Milosz, "Late Ripeness" (trans. Robert Haas)

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lelif · 9 months

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on getting better

?// ?// call your mom, noah kahan// letters to friends, family and editors, franz kafka// call your mom, noah kahan// september affirmation (Don’t Be Afraid), Keaton St. James (@boykeats) // @smuktvejr // ?// ?// 'east boston, 1996; night walk' in god's silence, franz wright// ending, jonny bolduc// listen, tara bray// the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson// little red cap, carol ann duffy// @daisies-on-a-cup// evermore, taylor swift// @angelwarm// long story short, taylor swift

#recovery is possible #web weaving #web weave #quotes #compilation #noah kahan #taylor swift #call your mom #parallels #mental health matters

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xxsaints4girlsxx · 7 months

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love letter to an astronaut

history student falls in love with astrophysics student, keaton st. james / nebra sky disc / @sketiana / starry night, vincent van gogh / heliocentric, keith s. wilson / pillars of creation, james webb telescope / ann druyan / golden record, nasa / @/criminalwife on twitter

#correct me if i'm wrong on the attribution of that last quote but i looked it up and could find nothing else #web weaving

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asoftepiloguemylove · 7 months

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on love, even in death

Madeline Miller The Song of Achilles // Rainer Maria Rilke The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge // Romeo + Juliet (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann // Richard Siken "The Torn-Up Roads," Crush // Keaton St James (@boykeats) Matthew 19:12 // Lana Del Rey Born to Die // @/alessia.trunfio (instagram) // Florence + the Machine I'm Not Calling You a Liar // Michael Cunningham The Hours // System of a Down Lovely Day // Richard Siken "Planet of Love," Crush

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