soracities:

Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (trans. Gregory Rabassa)

[Text ID: “As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.”]

nearlya:

Richard Leach

7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on playing card.

tearlessrain:

tearlessrain:

this is in perfect iambic meter and sounds like the first line of a weird poem

Rule #2

Don’t ever hug a lobster when you see one on the street,

For decorum is essential when a lobster you must greet.

You may comment on the weather, compliment his choice of hat,

But crustaceans like their space if one should stop them for a chat.

Don’t ever hug a lobster when you’re strolling down the coast,

Simply nod and give a greeting, or a handshake at the most,

For a lobster’s first priority is formal social graces,

And one seemes over-familiar if a lobster one embraces.

Don’t ever hug a lobster when you meet one in the sea,

For a lobster’s spines and chitin make it difficult, you see,

And he might become self-conscious if you bring that fact to light,

So don’t ever hug a lobster, simply put, it’s impolite.

fel-fisk:

Come listen in the silence of the moment before rain comes down.
There’s a deep sigh in the quiet of the forest and the tall tree’s crown.

Now hold me.
Will you take the time to hold me and embrace the chill?

Or miss me,
Will you take the time to miss me when the earth stands still?

(caduceus consuming the lily to commune with the wildmother)

carpentrix:

Milkweed has sap that’s poison, but not to monarch butterflies whose larvae feed on the leaves so much that the amount of toxin they contain make them unappetizing to bugs and birds who might otherwise want to eat them. For humans, it’s said the sap makes warts go away. You can eat milkweed if you want. Boil it. It might be bitter. (But Dogbane is milkweed’s poisonous look-alike; take care.) Chew the roots to rid yourself of dysentery. Coughs, typhus fever, and asthma have been treated with infusions of milkweed roots and leaves. I am no evangelist for natural remedies. Some facts just feel good to know.

The snow-white rabbitsoft silk has been used to stuff quilts and pillows, and it makes me think strange, good dreams would happen with a head on a pillow stuffed such. Dreams about being lifted off the surface of the earth and carried on the currents of the air, maybe, or finding yourself living inside a tree. Along the Charles River yesterday afternoon, tall milkweed stalked along the banks with empty husks, seeds with their feather-light fur long gone. The interiors of the pods were smooth and cracked like animal hide and now, when it is spring in name alone, I wondered when things would green again, and when the milk sap would start to flow.

@tiersein This made me think you. Hope you’re doing well.