December 2011
3 posts
First, remember that style comes in all sizes, so the bigger you are, the more...
– Those fashion tips are courtesy of noted style icon and total badass Miss Piggy. (via roxanneritchi
)
November 2011
3 posts
2 tags
The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked...
– Sylvia Plath, Insomniac
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Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of...
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, Sonnet II
October 2011
1 post
September 2011
14 posts
2 tags
I don’t know how to make things
ordinary anymore, though I dress and go...
– Susan Aizenberg, Art
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The engineers have reversed the river:
those with power can keep their power,...
– Joan Murray, Her Head
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down...
– William Butler Yeats, When You Are Old
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Then there’s the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has...
– Margaret Atwood, Variations on the Word Love
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I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of...
– Maya Angelou, The Lesson
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But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and...
– Jeffrey McDaniel, The Archipelago of Kisses
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Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of...
– Pablo Neruda, Your Laughter
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We want the music
to swell, lavish, hokey, romance
engulfing us like some...
– Susan Aizenberg, Kiss
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No one knows for sure
exactly what Barbie is talking about
Yet we sense she...
– Denise Duhamel, Math Class is Tough
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and it’s
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
– e.e. cummings, in Just
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I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and...
– Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnet XLIII
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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what...
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, Sonnet XLIII
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But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the
...
– Marie Howe, What the Living Do
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oh sweetie will you please forgive me this that every time I opened a box of...
– Paul Monette, Love Alone: Eighteen Elegies for Rog