“Yet no matter how deeply I go down into myself
my God is dark, and like a webbing made
of a hundred roots, that drink in silence.”
“It was tuberculosis but they called it love.”
“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?”
“…that low hour when the coyotes are either asleep or trying to figure out what went wrong with their lives, the place where your only hope is to dive into the fictional, to order a story universe the way you cannot order your own.”
“I will gaze at the moon and cleanse my heart.”
“I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.”
“I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.”
(Source: likeafieldmouse)
“At the back of the neck
the old skin splits.
The snake shivers
but does not hesitate.
He inches forward.
He begins to bleed through
like satin.”
Mary Oliver, Rain
via swanfucker * growing-orbits (via frenchtwist)
Monster Lino Cut with a quote from Roberto Calasso for my Typography lesson
“…language is never innocent.”
(Source: absurdgrace)
“A circle
comes complete
with its
own grave.”
