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I swear this.
My oath is a kiss.
I swear
by everything
From The Rules of Evidence by Lee Robinson
When I summon up images from my early years, they seem at once comforting and alien, like stills from a G-rated Lynch film.
From Hal and Me by Nicholas Carr
Meet me in the dream-time water.
From Dreaming Neon Black by Nevermore
By the time I’m nearing the end if a story, the first part will have been reread and altered and corrected at least 150 times…Good writing is essentially rewriting. I am positive of this.
By Roald Dahl
If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.

No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.
From Hidden by Naomi Shihab Nye
The blue of the sky insults me and the intensity of summer ravages me.
Fantasy plays a part in the way I maneuver, slick flourishes,
filed acrylic nails tapping richly on thin glass. Here I bend,
balk, and bray, become something animal for you, curl
my talons into knots. Hunched inwards stealthily, I wait
like this for years, grow briny, fins, take to water—
in the end not bound by air, only breathing wetness, smelling salt.
From Desire Not Well Tended by Gina Abelkop
Why, what was it and when?
From The Sky Sleeps in a Hammock of Night by Tom Blood
I knit my hands inside nets of sky.
From The Sky Sleeps in a Hammock of Night by Tom Blood
We are all of unintelligible hearts,
and all I have waits inside without you,
it suffers as inward motion.
From The Sky Sleeps in a Hammock of Night by Tom Blood
everyday sir etceteras the wind whispers that it recognizes us
the trees hold out their handshakes the stars twirl around the sky
like bubbles in a windowsill glass everyday trains go through tunnels
like fingers through rings like scarves through a magician’s fist
birds lift up like stricken punctuation marks.
From Lets Move All Things (September) by Denver Butson
That’s why I’m not to be trusted.
Because a wound to the heart
is also a wound to the mind.
From The Untrustworthy Speaker by Louise Gluck
Just accidentally stumbled on your blog and the collection you have is helping me through my writers block! Do you have any recommendations for good lyricists?

I would say Regina Spektor, Tori Amos, Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen are a good place to start and I’m very glad my blog is helping. If you need poetry recommendations do message me and I can help with those as well.

In my own mind, I’m invisible: that’s why I’m dangerous.
People like me, who seem selfless,
we’re the cripples, the liars;
we’re the ones who should be factored out
in the interest of truth.
From The Untrustworthy Speaker by Louise Gluck
Let them do their worst,
Let them bury me with the Romantics.
From Matins by Louise Glück