china

Corpo meu fará quadrado. Corpo meu duro que é Embora palavras não diga Palavras guarda. E responde.*Queria eu, esconder-me na montanha. Estudar a Via. Mas não aguento, o frio – nem suporto, a fome. in Poemas Anónimos – Turcos, Mongóis, Chineses e incertos, Assírio & Alvim

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“la la la lala…”

People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.   My hormones don’t rage. Oh sure, they get mad sometimes, but then they just stop speaking to each other.   Stand firm for what you believe in, until and unless experience proves you wrong. Remember, when the emperor looks naked, the […]

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not-yet-lover

not-yet-lover. how you hang in perfection. a knight a white flower an unlying lip upon lip. at an hour past grace i am thinking on the plot of our delicious fiction, a future, ridiculous… our maybe, divine. you’re a vessel i fill greedily, the wild tale i tell myself before you are human. be not yet human, be my almost-lover so i may dare you to gather me, to drink to the sadness that begins with desire, to scream down the face of this eyeless, nameless beginningless lover the wolf at a carcass, the lava descending the lily heavy with heat Sarah Slean

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