So far very much enjoying the adaptation of #GoodOmens, one of my favorite books since the 90s. Acting is top-notch. And the voice of Frances McDormand as the voice of God is the cherry on the sundae
This is the animal of us.
we had a wildness
that was unforgiving
in certain phases of the moon.
now we are robed
in a night
without stars.
even in our own habitat
we are lost.
where is the heartbeat
of our lost body -
it sounds so far away.
#vss365#poetry
I wish the days of your body in my house
existed in a frame like the Chagall painting
of a kiss beside my bed
but time holds things loosely
the imprint of you is like
tender tracks of seabirds
soon tides will take them
& everything will be as it had been
#vss365#poetry
won't you take this body
made of deep ocean loneliness
& won't you take these cryptic sighs
& starry eyed bones
hot with lifelong innocence
& won't you take this trampled mind
& battered past &
keep them safe
they don't want you
to leave them unsheltered
#vss365#poetry
I want everything
i want a good relationship
with the winds
I want awe
to be agape
at all the spices
of this life
the sudden orange
of the bird's breast
& the reds
when just a minute ago
I thought of the shape
of your lips
that I have not
kissed yet
#vss365#poetry
What we know
spring summer fall winter
365 spins per one revolution
moon moon moon moon
but the untamable #questions
why live to die
& is it end or passageway
& how, amidst shameless cruelty,
are we defiant and sun-filled enough
to go on loving
#vss365#poetry#amwriting
ancient curlew not recorded
flying at night into
the age of night
sail sailing in the dark
so the tone of it
still crosses the years
through death after death
and the burnings the departures
the absences
carrying its own
song inside it
of bright water
W.S. Merwin
The Wild
When I spoke of what I #crave
did I say hands on stomachs?
I meant hands sliding
down stomachs
hands with destination
Circling around hips
and just circling
Mouths I said
Mouths and
dandelion wine
until dawn
#poetry#poetrycommunity#amwriting#vss365
deep in the #pocket of existence
maybe we could see
what we are together
maybe we're not
what we think
maybe we're everything
& nothing
maybe we're gravity --
endless attraction
that only long swaths
of tumbling numbers
& equations could ever describe
#poetry#vss365
George at HMV Studios in Mumbai, January 1968 • Harrison's decision to "travel to the source" and professionally record non-Western music was "unprecedented for a pop musician"
Today is the 50th anniversary of The Beatles’ final public performance. After wild discussions, deliberating on where they should play, the band surprised passersby when they appeared on the rooftop of their Savile Row offices and played a 42-minute set. gnikn.us/DontLetMeDown
Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.~The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just were.~ Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
I was unsure
of his #approach
at first,
but I felt
his breathing
redistribute
all the molecules
in the room.
Without looking
I knew the
crooked line
of his lean.
I could feel
his eyes
making
intricate nests
in the curves
of my spine.
#poetry#vss365#amwriting
Sometimes to mine own self be true means deleting a poem because I realize I want to revise it, but other times it means leaving up poems that are gathering crickets
#amwriting#poetry#poetrycommunity