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Joseph Anthony
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I write to ward off fear and the clawing wind that lodges in my throat.
…: the silence of compression, the silence of existence itself. This is how the years fly by. This is how we lost that beautiful animal happiness.
— Mar 17, 2025 10:20PM
…: the silence of compression, the silence of existence itself. This is how the years fly by. This is how we lost that beautiful animal happiness.
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Joseph Anthony
is on page 100 of 444
You’ll come to me with a faint accent that evokes an open door, or the shadow of a finely named bird, or the residue of shadow in my memory, or the substance that lingers after they throw the young woman’s ashes to the wind, or the trace of lines on the page when you erase the drawing of a house or a tree or a sun or an animal.
— Mar 16, 2025 10:12AM
Joseph Anthony
is on page 60 of 444
Where Eagerness Circles In
When it does arrive my eyes will gleam
with the light of the one I mourn for
meanwhile it breathes a rumor of light
into the heart of all things
— Mar 15, 2025 08:41AM
When it does arrive my eyes will gleam
with the light of the one I mourn for
meanwhile it breathes a rumor of light
into the heart of all things
Joseph Anthony
is on page 40 of 444
You choose the site of the wound
where we speak our silence.
You make of my life
this ceremony that’s much too pure.
At night at your side,
words become clues, keys.
May your body always be
a beloved space for revelations.
Accept this face of mine, mute and begging. Accept this love I ask for.
Accept the part of me that is you.
— Mar 12, 2025 10:41PM
where we speak our silence.
You make of my life
this ceremony that’s much too pure.
At night at your side,
words become clues, keys.
May your body always be
a beloved space for revelations.
Accept this face of mine, mute and begging. Accept this love I ask for.
Accept the part of me that is you.
