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Think I’m probably just going to post some poetry and music that I love.
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I was just listening to this the other day. I’ve loved Alors Quoi (and especially Flâner) since I found it a couple years ago.

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It’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

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I love the feeling of listening to a song or artist or type of music for the first time and recognizing it as something that I was missing, but no longer, when something feels utterly unexpected and somehow essential at the same time?

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“are these your hands? would you like them back?” Yara Asmar and Majd Chidiac youtu.be/7gNPO8HLMdo?...

are these your hands? would you like them back? (feat. majd chidiac)
are these your hands? would you like them back? (feat. majd chidiac)

Provided to YouTube by DistroKidare these your hands? would you like them back? (feat. majd chidiac) · yara asmar · majd chidiacsynth waltzes and accordion l...

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“Can it be a charm of hummingbirds, please. A congregation of plovers.”

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Grateful to Natalie Solmer and the Indianapolis Review for making room for this poem in their current issue. I'm delighted to share this space with Tina Barry Angelique Zobitz Marilyn McCabe Cameron Morse Robert Okaji and many others! theindianapolisreview.com/i-was-afraid...

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“The Condition” by Nadra Mabrouk

THE CONDITION My Mother tells me that God says even if, even while, the world ends around you, earth tearing root by root, even while the horses stagger into holes, neighing into the darkness, filling their mouths to the throat, when the horn sounds off, Israfil balancing his clouded weight on a rock, his lips cracking and gold, even while you hear the ghosts leaving the spines, their hair longer than ever, breaths coming out in timed instruments, even while the waters seethe open, bodies rolling to the shore. If there is a seed in your palm, you must bend to the soil and plant it.
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Listening now. Thank you!

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What are your favorite recordings of poets reading their poems? Have you heard the Franz Wright album Readings from Wheeling Motel? youtu.be/YzDlpXPF9Sk?...

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If I Said by Sally Rosen Kindred

If I Said to my mother That you were once a doll tucked in the arm of the crooked birch. That we nested lilacs in our lashes but in the morning we could not open our eyes. (Woke but the lids were closed. Woke, but the roof refused.) That you could fasten your song to this cradle-milk sky, that you could lie down to be named here, your bones ribbons, your bones a glass net. And your sorrow the bird in it, beating. And if I said you'd always loved me, that I was your mother, and you had never been mine-my lonely wren, you would believe, you would unclench your grief, let it slip from the silver tree. I say songs are a mercy. Our sleep delivers the leaves. That you are not sick anymore, not sorry-and (feathers, soft blooms) you remember me.
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Lovely, reminded me of this one by Tracy K. Smith

THE WEATHER IN SPACE Is God being or pure force? The wind Or what commands it? When our lives slow And we can hold all that we love, it sprawls In our laps like a gangly doll. When the storm Kicks up and nothing is ours, we go chasing After all we're certain to lose, so alive- Faces radiant with panic.
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Think I’m probably just going to post some poetry and music that I love.
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