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From Marty McConnell:

January 27, 2017

leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid.

– from Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell

From Warsan Shire:

January 17, 2017

To my daughter I will say,

‘when the men come, set yourself on fire.’

– In Love and In War

From Charles Bukowski:

January 13, 2017

you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, “her, print her, she’s mad but she’s
magic. there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’t help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.

– An Almost Made Up Poem


From Joy Harjo:

January 10, 2017

It’s nearing midnight and

something holy

Is always coming around. Take love for instance, and the

Perfect neck of a woman who’s given up everything for the

forbidden leap

– We Were There When Jazz Was Invented

From David Bowie:

January 8, 2017

Blank screen tv
Preening ourselves in the snow
Forget my name
But I’m over you
Blended sunrise
And it’s a dying world
Humming Rheingold
We scavenge up our clothes
All my violence, raging tears upon the sheets
I’m resentful, for we’re strangers when we meet

– Strangers When We Meet


From Julian Barnes:

December 28, 2016

You put together two people who have not been put together before. Sometimes it is like that first attempt to harness a hydrogen balloon to a fire balloon: do you prefer crash and burn, or burn and crash? … Then, at some point, sooner or later, for this reason or that, one of them is taken away. And what is taken away is greater than the sum of what was there.

– Levels of Life

From Anthony Farrington:

December 26, 2016

Damp cotton will open caves in your mind.
Promise her: I need you
electric in my mouth. Write: Concerning the art of seduction
and leave it at that. Tease her: Truth or dare? End
before you’ve said everything. Realize

everything you are, in this letter, precedes you—
which is the loneliness of writing. What you want
is never now. That’s the essence of desire.

– How to Write an Erotic Letter

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