Dorothy Parker - Poet

Epitaph



The first time I died, I walked my ways;
I followed the file of limping days.

I held me tall, with my head flung up,
But I dared not look on the new moon's cup.

I dared not look on the sweet young rain,
And between my ribs was a gleaming pain.

The next time I died, they laid me deep.
They spoke worn words to hallow my sleep.

They tossed me petals, they wreathed me fern,
They weighted me down with a marble urn.

And I lie here warm, and I lie here dry,
And watch the worms slip by, slip by.

Dorothy Parker

textures by MeeR ... miki iwanaga ... my key in the pocket

9/11

Linda Foard Roberts

There's got to be a morning after

by Gina Uhlmann.

no category for me by Diane Powers.

Mark Sink - Photographer

i shall imagine life
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain

but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose,roses(you feel
certain)will only smile

i shall imagine life by E.E. Cummings
Photography by Mark Sink

City Lights

windows

THE WOMAN AT THE WINDOW

"The gate never opens. The window’s so high
That at first panoramas to her appear:
Rivers, blue arcs, embrace woods and flow by;
Red birds traverse the green, and slender deer.

She’s no idea of how life’s lived below;
It must be splendid, though, so long she’s pined.
She wants embraces, but where can kisses go
Save her own shoulder, round and cool and kind?"


© 1998, Erven J. Slauerhoff / K. Lekkerkerker / Uitgeverij Nijgh & Van Ditmar
From: Alle gedichten
Publisher: Nijgh & Van Ditmar, Amsterdam, 2005
ISBN: 90 388 6956 8



© Translation: 2007, Paul Vincent

Giulio-Iurissevich - Artist

origins.

"You told me that you liked the way my name tasted. “Jenna,” you said. “It’s something about the way it feels in my mouth.” Sometimes people give you their thoughts like that and you just start wondering where they came from—start trying to trace them back to their origins. I’m always trying to pick apart syllables to find intention, trying to decipher you like a code I’ve been meaning to break."



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