The response to abortion bans in the South/Midwest are just always so crushingly disappointing. Abortion patients are real people with real lives and real hopes and dreams and every treats them like a hypothetical. I’m tired, y’all.
Early in my poetry writing journey, a teacher forbade me to use the word “God” in my poems. It feels important to break that old rule meaningfully, thoughtfully, on occasion, now. “Sabbath” (via @Image_Journal)
I know that loving Joan Didion is not exactly a bold stance, but she was marvelous. I teach “Goodbye To All That” every semester, but today, I’m thinking of this passage from The Year of Magical Thinking:
today we've got one of those poems that I feel like if I saw out in the world, I wouldn't know quite what to think of, whereas seeing it under the skulls feels jusssssssst right
❤️ lil Baba today from @vvillf
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