Sophia

“I think it’s beautiful
the way you sparkle
when you talk about
the things you love.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“A cold moon rises over glittering cages & you fasten
the lock on each silver door. The sparrows are
nesting & I begin to count the buttons on your black
wool coat. My eyes adrift along its luminous satin
inlay. Now the night has been opened like a box of
exotic blue canaries & I'm brushing feathers from my
long dark sleeves. You smile as the song rises,
hesitant, in my cool white throat—

—Kristina Marie Darling, “Aviary,” The Body is a Little Gilded Cage: A Story in Letters and Fragments. (Gold Wake Press February 4, 2012)”
― Kristina Marie Darling, The Body is a Little Gilded Cage: A Story in Letters and Fragments

“If we knew the point
where something is going to break,
where the thread of kisses will be cut,
where a look will no longer meet another,
where the heart will leap toward another place,
we could put another point on that point
or at least go with it to its breaking.

— Roberto Juarroz, from “7,” Vertical Poetry Vol 4. Translated by W.S. Merwin. (North Point Press September 1988)”
― Roberto Juarroz