If they never asked your side of the story, then the side they heard is exactly how they feel about you. ~ No single author known
~ Alison Peace
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Mom. Poet. Published: Canada-Paddler Press. Texas Poetry. Poetry World. Wax Poetry & Art. Dem. Ally. Educator, Linguistics & Literacy. Doctoral Candidate, ABD.
If they never asked your side of the story, then the side they heard is exactly how they feel about you. ~ No single author known
"Fuck / good. Fuck precisely the place within me that thinks / what’s written is not enough." dialogist.org/poetry/2026-... @susanlleary.bsky.social
Poetry, Week 29: Susan L. Leary — DIALOGIST
Today fuck these people fuck these guards fuck this building fuck this food fuck these clothes I comb the pages for a good line. I comb the pages for meaning & metaphor, for grammar & prop...
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The greatest revolution will come when we demand that the "value" of a human life is not in what it produces but in the sacred, messy mystery of its process of becoming what it is.
—As It Turns Out It was always the simple things like holding hands And laughing blue jeans and T-shirts dancing in the kitchen hearing you sing songs —As it turns out It was always those simple things I wanted to do For the rest of my life, the rest of my life - with you ~Alison Peace
Vladimir Nabokov in a letter to his wife Véra (March 1925) trans. by Olga Voronin I'm walking out now into the soft light, the cooling hum of evening, and I will love you tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and still many more, so very many more tomorrows.
I've spent most of my life looking at myself through the eyes of people who didn't see me. Now, I am going to try looking at myself through the eyes of those who see and understand me. ~ Dr. Brad Reedy
IN 150 CHARACTERS OR LESS ~Nikita Gill —Everything is on fire, but everyone I love is doing beautiful things and trying to make life worth living, and I know I don't have to believe in everything, but I believe in that.
IN 150 CHARACTERS OR LESS ~Nikita Gill —Everything is on fire, but everyone I love is doing beautiful things and trying to make life worth living, and I know I don't have to believe in everything, but I believe in that.
Poem for Tuesday I Remember —Anne Sexton —By the first of August, the invisible beetles began to snore/we took our gin warm and neat from old jelly glasses/one day I tied my hair back with a ribbon/what I remember best is that the door to your room was the door to mine.
I loved him for everything he was and everything he wasn't and everything he always wanted to be ~ Alison Peace
Thank you — to the 900-plus firefighters in Spokane, WA, here to help! Y'all are Heros! 🤍
Thank you for this advice, @chelseahandler.bsky.social, I really needed it today. Her book is a fantastic summer read: a.co/d/04llOBwb
Poem for Monday All I Have Left ~ Kristina Mahr This is all I have left, this handful, this small bunch I won't give up. We drive through a light as it turns yellow, and you look over at me and smile. (It's one of the ones I keep.) 🤍
WHAT CAN'T BE TAKEN ~ Andrea Gibson What Can't Be Taken Trauma was not being able to get the hands of the clock off me. Healing was learning No one has ever laid a fingerprint on the part of me that's infinite.
