“I Fulfilled The Prophecy Of Your Throat, Loosed In You The Fabulous Wing Of My Mouth. Red Holy-red

“In the evening my griefs come to me one by one. They tell me what I had hoped to forget. They perch on my shoulders like mourning doves. They are the color of light fading.”

— Linda Pastan, from “Old Woman,” The Five Stages of Grief ( W. W. Norton & Company, 1978)

“I love you. Always. Even in darkness.”

— Highfalutinman (via wnq-writers)

neta l. in spite

[Text ID: “Admit it was on purpose. Confess that you saw the rot and chose to stay. That you touched the cobwebs and the dusty staircase and you loved me still. That you saw it all and lived there deliberately. That you fixed the leaky faucet instead of turning it off and changed the light bulbs instead of kneeling in broken glass. Tell me you weren’t blind and deaf to it, promise you loved me knowingly.” /End ID]

from “a hunger like no other” || sk osborn

“loneliness is the anchor / you’ve always carried with you”

— Lisel Mueller, from “Voyager,” Second Language (via lifeinpoetry)

Ada Limon

James Baldwin

Autumn, Ali Smith

Hamlet, Shakespeare

Residual Hauntings, Psychic Library

Autumn, Ali Smith

The Five Stages of Grief, Linda Pastan

Hauntology: How the Ghosts of our Past haunt our Future, Vincent Freeland

BBC Archive - What is Hauntology

Hauntology

Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude

richard siken / salma deera / jen mazza / joy ladin

“The sadness of the past is with me always.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via therepublicofletters)