Speak softly.

Reblogged from opalsinearrings


Crashingly, Lia Melia

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Permanent marker installations by Heike Weber.

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Signs without Signification - Jeff Brouws

(Source: nyctaeus)

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Get nautical, dipped in chrome,
and knock over all the displays.
Flank with mirror shards.

No one wants to die
in a polo.

- @DanielToumine

Reblogged from thetargetbird


The heart just hangs there
like a pause, I inhale its smolder
until I am a cloud. We arrive
home priceless, laughing at the thought
of ever losing someone or getting lost.
We lazily toed the Pacific, speaking
in whispers of golden orange, knowing
the history that hadn’t happened yet,
the black ocean sounded like a desert from
where we stood at a distance from the stars
and waved, their medieval bulk shooting
light in dynamite specks, to their casual,
meaningless preciousness, feeling like we’re
rushing toward them backwards, close enough
to smell their bright peaceful sleep.

Willow Poem

Reblogged from brokencircadian


It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor
bitten by the sun
turned orange or crimson.
The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river
as if loth to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with
the swirl of the wind and of the river —
oblivious to winter,
the last to let go and fall
into the water and on the ground.

William Carlos Williams

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Reblogged from thetargetbird


All our wishes made us thirsty,
ready to risk the rain in an already
drenched summer and we’re distracted
by radicals: minutes incessantly reminding
us that we’re at the edge of where we can
still measure the increments of desire.

We welcome the morning informally,
thrilled to find ourselves: two halves
close to being reversed, leaving other
broken states in a house of ecstasy.

Reblogged from raisethecurve


i see you,
plain white sheets painted
in blackest ink: question marks
from your head down.

i see you, duochrome
tie-dyed curiosity and henna’d palms,
beginning the great expanse sure as sin
that answers, like armor, cannot breathe.

fish scales

Reblogged from contrarycate


short the distance
between quill and key
between voice and ear

long the separation 
the gaps in communication
the self in isolation -

clamour in the net
gasping and flailing
all, all at sea.


Reblogged from definitely-evan


The cock crowed full house
And the fat cat kneaded dough
Plebeian masses held hands aloft
And let their tempters be roused

Exhaled, the roof lifted,
The underbelly rolled bass thunder
Hunting songs danced cotton spears
In proletarian ears

And the dancing began

Colour drifted, hickory smoke
Cherry blossoms over dark woods
Earth-tone dryads spun beneath
The moon

The cat-call falsetto churned its way,
Milling grain, as the ancestors,
Gravel over bones,
Ivory turned over ebony

Pinto bean shoes, spit-shined,
Grew south of thrift slacks
Only the whiskey cost enough
To cross the railroad tracks

Shining bits, punctuated by pops,
Lips spinning, exhorting the souls
Of the dryads, dance, dance,
Spilling its own,