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geryone · 1 year
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The Shared World, Vievee Francis
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apoemaday · 9 months
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I've Been Thinking About Love Again
by Vievee Francis
Those who live to have it and those who live to give it.
Of course there are those for whom both are true, but never in the same measure.
Those who have it to give are like cardinals in the snow. So easy and beautifully lit. Some are rabbits. Hard to see except those who would prey upon them: all that softness and quaking and blood.
Those who want it cannot be satisfied. Eagle-eyed and with such talons, any furred thing will do. So easy to rip out a heart when it is throbbing so hard.
I wander out into the winter. I know what I am.
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fishingforwords · 1 year
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i must be some kind of cactus.
vievee francis, the shared world || natalie wee, our bodies & other fine machines || john keats || charles bukowski, the crunch
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kitchen-light · 3 months
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Vievee Francis, from "The Shared World"
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pasdetrois · 1 year
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like eve before you
George Frederic Watts, Eve Tempted (detail) • Vievee Francis, "Apologia" • Edmund Blair Leighton, The Keys (detail) • Maria Tatar, Secrets Beyond the Door: The Story of Bluebeard and His Wives • Angela Carter, "The Bloody Chamber" • Heinrich Aldegrever, Adam and Eve • Gustave Doré, Illustration for "Blue Beard" • Paul Dukas, Ariane et Barbe-bleue • Glen Duncan, I, Lucifer • Hans Baldung Grien, Eve, Serpent and Death • Erika Steiskal, Illustration for "The Bloody Chamber"
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ashtrayfloors · 2 months
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Clarity
Sorrow, O sorrow, moves like a loose flock of blackbirds sweeping over the metal roofs, over the birches,                      and the miles.      One wave after another, then another, then the sudden 
                                                            opening where the feathered swirl, illumined by dusk, parts to reveal  the weeping                       heart of all things.
—Vievee Francis, from Poem-a-Day (January 12, 2024)
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missedstations · 4 months
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"Clarity" - Vievee Francis
Sorrow, O sorrow, moves like a loose flock of blackbirds sweeping over the metal roofs, over the birches,                      and the miles.      One wave after another, then another, then the sudden 
                                                            opening where the feathered swirl, illumined by dusk, parts to reveal  the weeping                       heart of all things.
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theoffingmag · 3 months
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Vievee Francis, She Said, ‘Yes, He Loves Me More’
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seekingstars · 2 years
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I’ve Been Thinking about Love Again - Vievee Francis
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fleursdesmorts · 8 months
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Fallen by Vievee Francis
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geryone · 1 year
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The Shared World, Vievee Francis
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headlightsforever · 1 year
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Vievee Francis, “I’ve Worn It Three Days in a Row” from The Shared World
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agirlnamedbone · 1 year
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Vievee Francis (pub. in FIshhouse Poems)
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insaneclownpussi · 10 months
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Vievee Francis, from The Shared World
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6peaches · 2 years
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Vievee Francis - I’ve Been Thinking about Love Again
Those who live to have it and those who live to give it.
Of course there are those for whom both are true, but never in the same measure.
Those who have it to give are like cardinals in the snow. So easy and beautifully lit. Some are rabbits. Hard to see except for those who would prey upon them: all that softness and quaking and blood.
Those who want it cannot be satisfied. Eagle-eyed and such talons, any furred thing will do. So easy to rip out a heart when it is throbbing so hard.
I wander out into the winter. I know what I am.
- I’ve Been Thinking about Love Again by Vievee Francis
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aristotlemcdonald · 1 year
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I’ve Been Thinking about Love Again
Those who live to have it and those who live to give it.
Of course there are those for whom both are true, but never in the same measure.
Those who have it to give are like cardinals in the snow. So easy and beautifully lit. Some are rabbits. Hard to see except for those who would prey upon them: all that softness and quaking and blood.
Those who want it cannot be satisfied. Eagle-eyed and such talons, any furred thing will do. So easy to rip out a heart when it is throbbing so hard.
I wander out into the winter. I know what I am.
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