Anne Boleyn’s Tiny Golden Psalm Book - She’s Said To Have Handed It To One Of Her Maid’s Of Honour

to want and to wonder are parallel actions

- Jessica Fisher, Anne Carson’s Stereoscopic Poetics

The rain hovering over the city for days  finally fell. You were arriving after years...

Garous Abdolmalekian, Meeting tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

We teeter / on the brink of time, you and I, he, she, / all of us, all so worthy of pity.

Maria Bigoszewska, tr. Regina Grol

The true and serious beauty  of trees, how it seemed insane that they should offer this to us, how unworthy we were, bewildered how soon we were nearly weeping at their trunks as they tossed down petal after petal, and we tried to remember how it felt to receive and notice the receiving

Ada Limón, Hooky

I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.

Ada Limón, The Hurting Kind

He just cried on, this hopeless hard retching as if the tears were shards and each one cut as it came out.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

I was suddenly some safer form of fire.

Ada Limón, What Remains Grows Ravenous

To retreat is not feminine, male, or trickery. It is a terror before utter destruction. What we analyze inexorably, will it die? Will June die? Will our love die, suddenly, instantaneously if you should make a caricature of it? Henry, there is a danger in too much knowledge. You have a passion for absolute knowledge. That is why people will hate you.

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June

The collective life that was manifested in war, worship, the forum, knew no division between what was characteristic of these places and operations, and the arts that brought color, grace, and dignity, into them.

- John Dewey, Art as Experience

Tomorrow either I will murder you or you will rinse the knife in water

Garous Abdolmalekian, Flashback tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey