By Rikki Austin

Jorie Graham, from “San Sepolcro”, The Dream of the Unified Field: Selected Poems

the gallery of great battles; versailles, paris

“Quiet, yet wild. Rough, and yet gentle,”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Child,”

they are the dusk that first kisses my cheek, their words a haunting ode to a lost goddess; ancient letters adorn the poems they’ve writtten and i consume each syllable feverishly, searching for my likeness within the epigram of their secret love

ig: rosenaufsuden

I recognize no dichotomy between art and protest.

Ralph Ellison, interviewed in The Art of Fiction No. 8 (via theclassicsreader)

hate it here (realm of consciousness) going back to sleep

“There is nothing as certain as silence, stillness, and solitude to introduce you to the secrets of yourself.” Guy Finley

oliasaunders.art

personal moodboard for @partialto

“In your eyes you dearly hold all of night’s allure / Oh you, Joy at the end of my solitude! / Your kisses as sweet as the sweetest fruits / And your voice lulling me like a dreamy prelude / Softly sung by the sea for night’s beauty in bloom.” — Renée Vivien

you weren’t a “well behaved” child you had anxiety and were terrified of conflict