Taylor (is living and posting elsewhere!)

poet, pisces, thinking about cilantro • she/her • not really here anymore! • stonecoldfoxbrunson on ig 🙂‍↕️

[Taylor (is living and posting elsewhere!) @taylor_thefox]

Imagine no virtue in hoping for so little.

Coming out of my summer shell to share a new poem about the turn of seasons, of warmth and affection. A million thanks, always, to @hmvanderhart and @MoistPoetry.

[兔兒神 @chenchenwrites]

(Something weeps in me all the time.
All the time.)

—Linda Gregg

[Tom Snarsky @TomSnarsky]

Anthony Barnett

[Tom Snarsky @TomSnarsky]

rain all day

Lyn Lifshin

[phillip crymble @phillipcrymble]

I / have grown tired of so much that used to entrance me

Mark Strand

[phillip crymble @phillipcrymble]

Landis Everson

[Read A Little Poetry @readalittlepoem]

“How many of my brothers and my sisters / will they kill / before I teach myself / retaliation?”

— June Jordan

[Jane Austen @austendaily]

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

[Ben Niespodziany ☁️🐋 @neonpajamas]

Hannah Brooks-Motl

[Ben Niespodziany ☁️🐋 @neonpajamas]

Dan Beachy-Quick

[Dr David Vernon @DrDavidVernon]

Louise Glück, ‘I think now it is better to love no one / than to love you’ — what a line.

[phillip crymble @phillipcrymble]

Tracy K. Smith

[Tom Snarsky @TomSnarsky]

Rae Armantrout

[Peege @bloodsigns]

Louise Glück

[Brooke Harries @brookekrista]

emily dickinson

[Alina Stefanescu @aliner]

It was blacker than olives the night I left.

- Anne Carson, “On Rain”

[•R•S• @Ay_Blinkin]

The Witching Hour (1977) by Andrew Wyeth

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—Maureen Seaton