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Maya Angelou + III of coins. It takes cooperation 🥰
Another Louise Glück, anyone? Look at that young idealistic Jack of Hearts learning about love the hard way, the long way, the intertwining, passionate, and nearly hollow way
Let me teach you, yung F+ckboy, about the true nature of you and your men
Spent a few days finding easter eggs, sunshine and happiness in the UK. Now I'm back in Barcelona but its raining and people have been so mean. Hello?!? What IS this world??? I thought the whole point of Spain was sunshine and happiness 🥺
Another Edna St Vincent Millay. She always gets the ace of swords, doesn’t she? That’s because she’s a writer, and it’s also because she’s pretty mean. Cold and sharp. That seven of hearts is a mean card too. Like she m
📸 @_pedro_vidal (duh!) I'm getting a little bit bored or stir-crazy with this poetry and tarot thing I've been doing. I'm wanting to pull cards for real people and celebrities (they are real people too but you know what I mean!). I'm (not so) sur
Short&sweet&maybe not a poem, today’s poetry month fortune-telling thang is for this little thing penned by Lydia Davis. I found out about Lydia Davis ‘cause she’s Paul Auster’s ex-wife. And while I really dislike Paul
Otra de Luis Chaves hoy. Así veo estas cartas: V de espadas; conflictos, casi siempre verbales, en los que nadie sale ganando. VIIII de monedas suele hacerme pensar en una mujer independiente que no va a doblegar sus creencias u opiniones por
Sometimes I pull cards for a poem and it all seems so explicit and clear I can’t even find the words to connect the images and verses. Look at that, there is the father with his sword, the offspring watching intently, the mind games, the prick
I feel like a rascal with poor finances, like a blonde who can’t afford to be so, like a Californian in the gathering: like Richard Brautigan, in my own way. I get angry at him a lot for being a womanizer. But I’m on the hotlines right no
Me gustan los poemas en que el título o bien es el primer verso o bien lo cambia todo. Es el caso de este poema de Luis Chaves. Carecería de importancia la escena de este man entrando en la habitación aturdido (e imagino que borr
NEWSFLASH: I love William Carlos Williams. Even though I don’t know what he’s on about half the time. It’s still a pleasure, still a poem. I was having some really bad anxiety the other day when I stumbled across this poem, and it
Entenderéis que este poema me haga pensar en Novio, como todos los poemas que hablan de perros. Novio fue adoptado, la protectora había encontrado una camada abandonada de nueve perritos. El primer nombre de Novio fue Nueve, y sus herma
I read somewhere either a secondhand account or fictional portrayal of Edna St Vincent Millay as an entitled, mean, and brilliant woman who was not so great at managing her own finances (despite being markedly materialistic), and who had passionate a