10:19 pm - Thu, May 1, 2014
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Copse Apse

steffenroymitchell:

The parents arrive at the Copse Apse
In a great throng, salty cheeks, conservatism
Dozens doneup and doneblack and done
Pushing strollers and soothing syrup
Sitting their post infants in the pews
Where they leave them to simmer
To learn language and swimming and song
From the celebrity debtor icon procession
Acrawl, jangling keys, curving the vault

6:09 pm - Fri, Apr 18, 2014
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Another Love Poem

steffenroymitchell:

Remember when we climbed Mount Sassafras?
We got all the way up to the top without resting
Braving serpents and hornets and ear pops
To reach the sprawling slab of granite at its top
And carve our names into it with my hatchet

And remember the strange runes we found
Etched at the cardinal points of the granite slab?
And how you spread out the picnic blanket
And identified them as ancient Sumerian
And wrote them all down on a napkin?

And then I uttered the translated incantations
And you offered your blood to the Father of Murder?
So we might summon the Great Beast that slept
Chained under the mountain for a fleeting eternity?
To cleanse the world of saint and sinner alike?
Those were the days, baby.

7:55 am
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steffenroymitchell:

Real women have personalities. Fake women are advanced artificial intelligence constructs designed to infiltrate society until the day the mothership commands them to overthrow the sovereign nations of the world.

7:51 am
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Candling

steffenroymitchell:

Newbounding foundling
Nestled in a warm chest
Hearthumps figsweet
Soft succulent leaves
Curls bouncing through space
Patience, a fox painting
Weal, silence, sleep

12:18 pm - Sun, Apr 13, 2014
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Superfluous Anti-Grandma Coffee

steffenroymitchell:

I love you (not really)
I’m here to buy superfluous
Anti-Grandma black Americano
Boiling lava five dollar coffee
Whatever that means

You’re doing ok?
What a coincidence.

2:59 am
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Q: "fearless failure" is one of the most amazing descriptions I've heard someone call themselves. I hope for such freedom for others. If failure can simply be looked at as potential with no time left, if you know fear can be mocked & burnished into unburdened joys... what elation I have to glimpse your ever-growing effulgence.
Anonymous

I definitely stole that phrase, or at least the idea, from John Green.

What you just said, on the other hand, is pure poetry. Much love!

4:15 pm - Fri, Apr 11, 2014
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Revolution

jayarrarr:

We molded resistance
into mutual fortifications, where
among bed sheets twisted
through fevered fornication we
became the rug-burned ends
of tension’s last resolve.

Our tongues lay trails
to treasure troves of toes
curled in feral footfalls, pleading
passion never spent
by mere momentary release.

Fingers print patient
paths that forage
and plunder, paying due attention
to the oft-ignored: the braille
of goosebumps; the choreography
of an arched back; the poetry
of a whimper.

© 2014 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller

6:34 am - Thu, Apr 10, 2014
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This sign is located on King Street in Newtown, Sydney. I drive by it all the time and I was intrigued by it for weeks and weeks before I thought to google and see if I could find out what it is. Hipster bar. It’s a hipster bar. 

This sign is located on King Street in Newtown, Sydney. I drive by it all the time and I was intrigued by it for weeks and weeks before I thought to google and see if I could find out what it is. 

Hipster bar. It’s a hipster bar. 

(via mellyannsavelly)

11:13 pm - Tue, Apr 8, 2014
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trixclibrarian:

pockmarks the cloth wallpaper
thick paint on the dimpled brick hallway
red clay dust falls as watery sand down
the tall chimney

electronic dander on a cat slinking
the base boards skulking along the floor
squared patterns of sun alighting
a ruse arising to distract you
in warmth

from the harm…

11:10 pm
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thornpuller:

today
my face shouts a grizzly’s dirge
while I seek to purge my eyes’ memories
(the news, the ugliness)
and fill up with light. I might
reach far enough, slap on a smile,
if only for a little while.

today
the hallway voices nothing new
a drone and banter I could join;
I could if only I wanted to. I do
not want to. I do not want this
place in my heart.
but I’ve read for this part.

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