Your arms flail up and down
make the sound water makes when it talks
and the deeper you go
the words hurt.But it’s your poem
you swim alone in.—Landis Everson, from “Thoughts of Hansel and Grethel” in Everything Preserved: Poems 1955-2005 (Graywolf Press, 2006)
Look / maybe this is the place we’ve been /
waiting for, maybe this place / is the day, inside us, inside each /
corpuscle, the day, that day, everyday is / inside, my body, your body,
everyday is / this thread, everyday you said, come / get me, everyday
you said, it’s been way too long / you…
Profile study, c. 1944 (Erwin Blumenfeld)
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Ali Michael in “Deep Lonely” photographed by Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello for Anew S/S 2013
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(Source: peacecouldlastforeverandaday, via evesapples)
The hours glide like shadows/ 2O13 / ©BlankaMateno
Tales of sorrow / 2O13 / ©BlankaMateno
