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i love it when people are obsessed with their wives. it’s like yeah that’s literally what you’re supposed to do
“One touch wasn’t enough.”
— Dave Smith, from “Looking Up,” Looking Up: Poems 2010-2022 (Louisiana State University Press, 2022)
“The earth turned to bring us closer, it spun on itself and within us, and finally joined us together in this dream.”
— Eugenio Montejo, from “The Earth Turned to Bring Us Closer,” The Trees: Selected Poems (Salt Publishing, 2004)
“I whet my lips to speak your name. To kiss your hands, curling into the posture of prayer, they could almost have been carved from stone. I swear: If idolatry was my only sin, then it’s because god wasn’t watching.”
— Torrin A. Greathouse, from “Ekphrasis on Nude Selfie as Portrait of San Sebastian,” Poetry (vol. 221, no. 2, November 2022)
“No wonder I am mesmerized by your tongues’ small fires glowing with desire.”
— M.J. Iuppa, from “Marigolds,” Amethyst Review (2022)
Vicente Aleixandre, ed. by Lewis Hyde, from A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems; “The Explosion”
[Text ID: “I devoted myself to one endless afternoon. / I’ve loved you every moment of that afternoon.”]
“To forget how you tasted those leggy afternoons when our bodies spilled like wine across the floor, is to admit a hawk into the house. Is to wring a rag of water. When I’m in the thicket with my smaller hungers, I don’t need to know every cave and what it stores, cool and damp, for you. I don’t need to know how many nests are lined with your hair. There’s nothing tame about twilight, this old song shaking the sweetgum leaves— when I thirst I dream like a violin waiting the bow.”
— Amie Whittemore, from “Nocturne,” Birmingham Poetry Review (no. 49, Spring 2022)
She fitted in my arms, she always had, and the shock of holding her caused me to feel that my arms had been empty since she had been away.
– James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
“If you will grant me one vivid morning, I can chain it to me for fifty years.”
— William Stafford, from Sound of the Ax: Aphorisms and Poems, eds. Vincent Wixon and Paul Merchant (University of Pittsburg Press, 2014)
Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
“I whet my lips to speak your name. To kiss your hands, curling into the posture of prayer, they could almost have been carved from stone. I swear: If idolatry was my only sin, then it’s because god wasn’t watching.”
— Torrin A. Greathouse, from “Ekphrasis on Nude Selfie as Portrait of San Sebastian,” Poetry (vol. 221, no. 2, November 2022)
This dude said any time you put expectations on your life you reduce the compassion and appreciation you’ll have for the experiences you live and though this is something I already knew on an intuitive level, to hear someone else say it has me burrowing into its truth like a sinkhole
Robby Carney and LZ Granderson by Emmanuel Sanchez Monsalve for Out Magazine , Feb 2020
Day after day I think of you as soon as I wake up. Someone has put cries of birds on the air like jewels.
—Anne Carson, “Short Talk On Le Bonheur D’Etre Bien Aimée“ from Short Talks. Brick Books, 1992