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Parents
Read more: Parentseach time a child is born, three people are born: not only the baby, bloody, fresh out of its womb; but a mother and a father are born from the woman + lover and the man + lover that existed before. from now on, they shall leave their “ways” behind and get lost and stop…
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Quote of the day
Read more: Quote of the day“The closet is not just for gay people. (…) Everybody’s closeted and everybody plays pretend. They all walk around saying ‘I am’, even though they have no idea who they are. What they’re often saying is, ‘I want to make you feel comfortable, so I’m going to contort myself into who I think that you…
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Quote of the day
Read more: Quote of the day“One does not give birth in pain, one gives birth to pain: the child represents it and henceforth it settles in, it is continuous. Obviously you may close your eyes, cover up your ears, teach courses, run errands, tidy up the house, think about objects, subjects. But a mother is always branded by pain, she…
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Membrane
Read more: Membranetoday I’d like to be a poet – nothing more. slow, silent, wistful – pure organic membrane wrapped around this cosmos built from rock and cold. lonely pulsating membrane through which the unseen ripples.
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Why?
Read more: Why?why am I woman and not apple blossom bee grass blue heron seabed? the same cosmic black tongue coiling around them all and licking the plate clean.
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Self-compassion
Read more: Self-compassionsit with that pain, that sorrow, that fear. hold its hand like you would a dying man’s. breathe. then caress it and dab its lips with moisture. for when it dies down – and it will – it is a part of you you will have buried.
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Ce suntem?
Read more: Ce suntem?(haiku-uri) seva se scurge pe hârtie, din anii noștri se aleg păstăi uscate, măturate de viscol în crevasele uitării, pagini ce hrănesc glodul umed din care, poate alte vrejuri vor țâșni către cer pline de bobi dulci-amari. vorbe crestatepe o scoarță desprinsăde vânt. pirogileîn care te veicuibări ca să pluteștispre depărtări tu.
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Abschwörung
Read more: AbschwörungIch schwöre die Liebe ab. Das Einzige worin ich gut war. Das Einzige wozu ich vielleicht etwas taugte – ich schwöre es ab, dieses unendliche Grauen. Nie wieder werde ich in deinem Körper verweilen, noch du in meiner Erinnerung.
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Abandon
Read more: AbandonWe had roots. Our roots had roots. Our roots’ roots had roots, but then fall came and our leaves began to fall, one by one to the ground, crackling dry. And in the soil they made we were rooted. But the light called to our children and to our children’s children. They clambered to the…
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