Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, ché la diritta via era smarrita. At one point, midway on our path in life When I had journeyed half of our life’s way Half way along the road we have to go I came to in a gloomy wood In the midway of this our mortal life Midway upon the journey of our life Midway along the journey of our life I came around and...
I’m not sentimental—I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the...– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via anhelos)
I Am a Natural Wonder →
e-chapbook of poems by Lili Ladewig and Anne Ceceilia Holmes.
Remember Me To Him
I had a thing for biting, but never broke the skin. I burnt the roof of my mouth with mad talk about him, to him, how he mustn’t fall for that girl who looked like she might lose her looks too young. About thoughts of his wrists which had kept me awake for nights; I ran my fingers through his sand dune hair, in incremental obsession. No one had ever wanted him quite so explicitly. We first...
I’m in the tight dress. The one that prevents dignified sitting. The tight dress suggests I’m prepared to be undressed. Do my thighs flash through the seams? I try to remember if the bed is made, or unmade. The wind is wrapping up the sound of our kissing. I wonder should I undress first or should you undress first. I’m not sure I can take off the dress in a way that looks good. I consider...
Review of Emily Hasler's natural histories
charleswhalley: My review of Emily Hasler’s debut pamphlet natural histories is now up at Sabotage.