1. metaphorformetaphor:

    Shyly I live, as if l were the guest of a gypsy who
    is ready to move on.

    —Mahmoud Darwish, from “Shyness,” A River Dies of Thirst (Archipelago Books, 2009)

    Reblogged from: apoetreflects
  2. poesiaespanol:

    En noches así, oscuras y dolorosas, solo nos resta esperar, soportar y maldecir, la bendición de vivir.

    Wendy Gonzalez

    Reblogged from: poesiaespanol
  3. viperslang:

    After David Lehman 

    When a man loves a woman, he stays awake
    a single streetlamp shrouded in a theater of shadows
    He becomes a Polaris of muscle memory;
    an iridescent compass for the equinox

    his thighs tauten to bellropes
    the skin tightens till the trombones of longing
    crack open the symphony of his lunar bones
    like a freshly bound gideon’s bible &
    his desire ricochets wall-to-wall
    - the ballad of a drunken boat

    When a man loves a woman; his mind is a marching
    order to the leashless rottweilers of his feet
    & he has a creekbed of alligators
    tearing apart his trachea
    so hard, each inhale bleeds
    him as though the jab of a cochineal spear

    Because they haven’t spoken in 90 days.

    When he says “How can you even stand
    to breathe the same air as me?” he means
    that his heart turns into a tiny robin
    rocking the roost of his ribcage
    whenever she leaves the room

    When he says “Goodbye” he means
    “Help me survive myself”

    She is supposed to know that.

    When he says depression he means
    a prison lockdown of his nerves.
    When he says better off alone
    he means the dog-eared atlas of an anonymous desert
    he has christened his life
    When he tells her she is difficult to read
    he means she is a scripture penned in Armenian
    & he is slowly slipping into the pyrexia
    of a new convert Pentecostal

    When a man loves a woman, she is in Tuscany
    & he wants to string together the omegas
    of all the scattered percentages that sum
    his four and some decades into 3 burlap sacks,
    then catapult himself into the Atlantic
    like a rickety raft drummed in from Noah’s Ark

    They break up for 6 months & spend
    every 60 seconds of every 60 minutes
    of every 24 hours of every 30 days
    bluer than phthalo ink of Mayan cave art 

    And when they meet, each holds
    the other like newborn paper
    sleeping under an old letterpress

    When a woman loves a man, she builds
    her whole world around him –
    a glass-limbed shipmaker
    of the smallest gondola
    throned in the belly of the bottle


    When a man loves a woman, he wants
    to make his body into a bed-sheet fortress
    she can play in with the lost 
    birds of her childhood

    When a woman loves a man, she knows
    that the color of his eyes is chardonnay
    with mottles of a rare mineral gone slate

    When a man loves a woman, he smiles
    when she says “Fuck off” & claims gallantly 
    how He is always a “little” Off

    A toe is wiggled.
    An eyebrow is arched
    in homage to the bell towers of Beirut.

    When a woman loves a man, she doesn’t
    go to Egypt without him
    because she wants to see the Sphinx
    for the first time with him
    so she can remind herself that she has known
    the design of him in her pulse for longer than the pyramids
    have held the sands of the earth in its golden honor

    When a woman loves a woman, she screams
    “I love you, you dumb jerk.”
    He stretches on the couch – a thunder-tailed 
    leopard; he wants his teeth to find a foothold
    in the trumpet vine of her neck


    When a woman loves a man she is a girl again
    summer dresses, snowcones & cajun pepper guavas;
    rose sherbet outside Friday evening mosques

    When a man loves a woman he is a boy again
    opaline marbles, names carved into wooden benches
    skies the color of tropical fish; skipping Sunday school

    They don’t see each other for months.
    They hobble on the stumps of their regrets.
    They learn an amputee’s sense of symmetry.

    When a woman loves a man, she feels
    the distance cooling between them is
    an ice-bath for a kidney scam

    When a man loves a woman, he touches her
    till she is italicized

    They kiss like hot wax sealing secrets
    inside the mouth of an envelope

    Each leaving words in the other’s
    throat – till they are all but a column
    of Chinese ink stick

    When a woman loves a man, she is an 8 yo
    on a ferris wheel for the first time
    & she can’t believe how far she can see
    perched on the precipice of his shoulderblades
    or how beautiful the new wonder
    of everything old

    When a man loves a woman, he lies next to her
    when the rain & the wind sound like an argument
    of daggers – the stars with their nocturnal albi,
    their forecast of tabula rasa
    He looks at her & knows that hearts can’t be holstered

    He steps out of from the asylum of a weaponized silence
    He pushes the stray curl off her tired forehead
    He places the pearl of a kiss in the cove of her ear

    When a man loves a woman
    He finally learns
    to love himself as well.

    Scherezade Siobhan©

    Reblogged from: viperslang
  4. My heart embarks from my body to your body
    on its last voyage.
    Offspring of light,
    ageless waters that in you, woman astray, are born.
    Come to my thirst. Now.
    After everything. Before.
    Come to my thirst long savoured
    in mouths, scarce well-springs.
    I love that rapt harp that lulls wild children
    in your womb.
    — Jaime Sabines, Love Poems
  5. “kjæreste minne” in norweigan means “dearest memory”. 

    kjæreste  is gender neutral term for boyfriend or girlfriend. 

    you are my kjæreste minne.

  6. etymology of shaman : from sanskrit “śramaṇá “or श्रमण, “ascetic, monk, devotee”. root word : from श्रम (śráma, “labor, toil”)

  7. my favorite colour is fire.

    my favorite colour is fire.

  8. "Granada" by Scherezade Siobhan

  9. The CyberHex team might be at CalArts in March’15.

    Inshallah.

  10. How Writers Write Fiction | Open Courses @ the Writing University

    Participating Writers -

              Amber Dermont ~ Grab the reader by the hand—or the throat
              Andrew Sean Greer ~ Storytelling requires distance
              Michelle Huneven ~ Writing is a form of play
              Mahsa Mohebali ~ Your character is like an iceberg
              Marcus Burke ~ The grander goal is emotional truth
              Margot Livesy ~ Dialogue is the jewel in the crown

    —and many others, including Jonathan Lethem, Mona Simpson, Shandana Minhas, Anthony Marra, Chandrahas Choudhury, and Kevin Brockmeier. The course will be taught by IWP Director Christopher Merrill (Professor of English, University of Iowa) and novelist R. Clifton Spargo (Dixon Professor of Creative Writing, Wittenberg University). A team of fiction moderators will lead live discussion of the weekly video classes and writing assignments and will host a small number of live online workshops. The course will begin on September 26 and end on November 21, 2014.

  11. hola sol.

  12. cantaora.

  13. After David Lehman 

    When a man loves a woman, he stays awake
    a single streetlamp shrouded in a theater of shadows
    He becomes a Polaris of muscle memory;
    an iridescent compass for the equinox

    his thighs tauten to bellropes
    the skin tightens till the trombones of longing
    crack open the symphony of his lunar bones
    like a freshly bound gideon’s bible &
    his desire ricochets wall-to-wall
    - the ballad of a drunken boat

    When a man loves a woman; his mind is a marching
    order to the leashless rottweilers of his feet
    & he has a creekbed of alligators
    tearing apart his trachea
    so hard, each inhale bleeds
    him as though the jab of a cochineal spear

    Because they haven’t spoken in 90 days.

    When he says “How can you even stand
    to breathe the same air as me?” he means
    that his heart turns into a tiny robin
    rocking the roost of his ribcage
    whenever she leaves the room

    When he says “Goodbye” he means
    “Help me survive myself”

    She is supposed to know that.

    When he says depression he means
    a prison lockdown of his nerves.
    When he says better off alone
    he means the dog-eared atlas of an anonymous desert
    he has christened his life
    When he tells her she is difficult to read
    he means she is a scripture penned in Armenian
    & he is slowly slipping into the pyrexia
    of a new convert Pentecostal

    When a man loves a woman, she is in Tuscany
    & he wants to string together the omegas
    of all the scattered percentages that sum
    his four and some decades into 3 burlap sacks,
    then catapult himself into the Atlantic
    like a rickety raft drummed in from Noah’s Ark

    They break up for 6 months & spend
    every 60 seconds of every 60 minutes
    of every 24 hours of every 30 days
    bluer than phthalo ink of Mayan cave art 

    And when they meet, each holds
    the other like newborn paper
    sleeping under an old letterpress

    When a woman loves a man, she builds
    her whole world around him –
    a glass-limbed shipmaker
    of the smallest gondola
    throned in the belly of the bottle


    When a man loves a woman, he wants
    to make his body into a bed-sheet fortress
    she can play in with the lost 
    birds of her childhood

    When a woman loves a man, she knows
    that the color of his eyes is chardonnay
    with mottles of a rare mineral gone slate

    When a man loves a woman, he smiles
    when she says “Fuck off” & claims gallantly 
    how He is always a “little” Off

    A toe is wiggled.
    An eyebrow is arched
    in homage to the bell towers of Beirut.

    When a woman loves a man, she doesn’t
    go to Egypt without him
    because she wants to see the Sphinx
    for the first time with him
    so she can remind herself that she has known
    the design of him in her pulse for longer than the pyramids
    have held the sands of the earth in its golden honor

    When a woman loves a woman, she screams
    “I love you, you dumb jerk.”
    He stretches on the couch – a thunder-tailed 
    leopard; he wants his teeth to find a foothold
    in the trumpet vine of her neck


    When a woman loves a man she is a girl again
    summer dresses, snowcones & cajun pepper guavas;
    rose sherbet outside Friday evening mosques

    When a man loves a woman he is a boy again
    opaline marbles, names carved into wooden benches
    skies the color of tropical fish; skipping Sunday school

    They don’t see each other for months.
    They hobble on the stumps of their regrets.
    They learn an amputee’s sense of symmetry.

    When a woman loves a man, she feels
    the distance cooling between them is
    an ice-bath for a kidney scam

    When a man loves a woman, he touches her
    till she is italicized

    They kiss like hot wax sealing secrets
    inside the mouth of an envelope

    Each leaving words in the other’s
    throat – till they are all but a column
    of Chinese ink stick

    When a woman loves a man, she is an 8 yo
    on a ferris wheel for the first time
    & she can’t believe how far she can see
    perched on the precipice of his shoulderblades
    or how beautiful the new wonder
    of everything old

    When a man loves a woman, he lies next to her
    when the rain & the wind sound like an argument
    of daggers – the stars with their nocturnal albi,
    their forecast of tabula rasa
    He looks at her & knows that hearts can’t be holstered

    He steps out of from the asylum of a weaponized silence
    He pushes the stray curl off her tired forehead
    He places the pearl of a kiss in the cove of her ear

    When a man loves a woman
    He finally learns
    to love himself as well.

    Scherezade Siobhan©

  14. Trigger Warning : Drug Addiction

    (Very few things make me cry anymore. This always does.)

  15. Reblogged from: psyphi-noetics
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