poetry

Sunset Dancers

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you’re young, whatever life you wear

It will become you;and if you are glad
whatever’s living will yourself become.

– e. e. cummings

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Ode To A Mother, Who May Or May Not Be Me

May 14, 2013

This. This poem makes my heart burst, of course. And throb and ache and all those terrible, wonderful things that hearts do when they are confronted by raw love. It’s worth noting that I don’t ride a bike to school – or anywhere – and that I don’t make lunch. I understand why she decided [...]

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