June 2012
43 posts
“It is June, and I am tired of being brave.”
—Anne Sexton
The Truth The Dead Know
The Truth The Dead Know
“She knows the brightness a bit of loneliness
can inspire. The moon’s nothing but dust and rocks,
but it’s still luminous when he leans in to kiss her.
She slides one hand up the heat of his thigh.
The other under her seat, fists a knife.” —Joshua Michael Stewart, excerpt from Night of the Living Blues (via theoryoflostthings)
can inspire. The moon’s nothing but dust and rocks,
but it’s still luminous when he leans in to kiss her.
She slides one hand up the heat of his thigh.
The other under her seat, fists a knife.” —Joshua Michael Stewart, excerpt from Night of the Living Blues (via theoryoflostthings)
“Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.”
—Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
