“He Looks Through The Wound Of My Life Like It’s Light. So I Let Him.”

It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over, Anne de Marcken

What Remains, Hannah Arendt

“Shame thrives in silence, and wants more of it. The language of shame is silence. I wanted to incorporate silence, and silencing, into a poem, and was able to approximate that by blacking out language. What is unsaid becomes a visible absence—the hole I was writing around.”

— Leila Chatti, from an interview with Sneha Subramanian Kanta in Parentheses Journal, Issue 10 (via skgroutpoetry)

Adam, Gboyega Odubanjo

Kaveh Akbar, from “ Pilgrim Bell”, Pilgrim Bell

“For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.”

— Simon Van Booy 

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward 

Seaglass Picnic, Frances Driscoll

Saints of Little Faith, Megan Pinto