I Write For The Words Overfilling My Mind
I write for the words overfilling my mind
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“The moon grows out of the hills A yellow flower, The lake is a dreamy bride Who waits her hour.”
— Sara Teasdale, from Stresa; Rivers to the Sea: Poems, 1915
We trace our lives in running circles
always waiting for a new path to show
How about in 2024 we stop it with reading books with the goal in mind to finish the book so you can add it to your list of read books and start reading books slowly and intentionally with the goal to rip it into pieces with your mind and be touched by it and formed by it and changed by it
It was true love felt, never true love given
jokes about english teachers overanalyzing books have done detrimental damage to society
Wound from the Mouth of a Wound, ‘Essay Fragment: Preexisting Conditions’ by Torrin A. Greathouse
[ID: Mother Mary, scars on my wrists my spine a cracked rosary eyelids a thin & bloody veil.]
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Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Karan.
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