#dark academia aesthetic
—Salvador Plascencia, from The People Of Paper
—Jack Gilbert, from The Great Fires
—W. S. Merwin, from Separation
I dress your name as if a wound, with the delicacy of someone who knows how much it can hurt to move. I whisper it with caution, as if there is no more room in my throat except for that of air. Ocean Vuong said freedom is nothing but the distance between a hunter and its prey, and with each broken step I’m learning that love does nothing but eat, and tear at these threads
—J. D Mcclatchy, from Late Night Ode
—Li-Young Lee,From Blossoms
—Somto Ihezue, from All the Stones That Built Me
—Linda PastanfromWhy Are Your Poems so Dark?
—Li-Young Lee, from This Room and Everything In It
—Valerio Magrelli, from I Love Uncertain Guestures
—Bruce Smith, from February Sky
—Quyên Nguyễn-Hoàng, from Poet Statement
—Randall Mann, fromThe End Of Landscape
—Juan Felipe Herrara, from Exile Boulevard
—Joanna Klink, from On Falling (Blue Spruce)
roman park, cloudy day. un mimo al alma.