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I’ll swim
Through the shipwrecks
Of your liquid life,

To prove
That just because it is buried

Does not mean
It is dead.

By: Liisi Kilpelä

quite simply, everything

I’ve not yet seen every city from a rooftop
or swam in dark seas
under many full moons.
I’ve not danced in all the streets,
I’ve hungered for
lost in crowds covered in bright fabrics
below southern suns
warming us with joy,
painting us all gold.
But I live in a body harboring an imagination
that stretches across time
and I know ecstasy exists
through imperfect flesh
and the softening within a stretch
or watching a mouth I crave
pronounce every vowel
in my name.
You see,
a girl doesn’t ignore
or forget a thing
like that.
Because I now realize
that to the primal skin
and most overflowing minds,
that the subtle things
and quiet things
are quite simply..

by: Victoria Erickson


Promise me

“Promise me
you will not spend
so much time
treading water and trying to keep your
head above the waves
that you forget,
truly forget,
how much you have
always loved
to swim.”
~Tyler Knott Gregson


His presence

” He had not touched me.

He did not need to.

His presence had affected me

in such a way that I felt

as if he had caressed me

for a long time.”

~ Anaïs Nin


chasing tiny moments


Let us spend

our lives

chasing the

tiny moments of


that hide in

borrowed breaths,

stolen glances,

and the last


before smiling lips

come to rest.

~Tyler Knott Gregson


Light your way home

“I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.”
~ Andrea Gibson


Philosophy of Love

The fountains mingle with the river,

And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix forever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by law divine

In one another’s being mingle;–

Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven

And the waves clasp one another

No sister flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;

And sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea;

What are all these kissings worth

If thou kiss not me?

Percy Bysshe Shelley


Brush the summer by

“If you were coming in the fall, 
I ’d brush the summer by 
With half a smile and half a spurn, 
As housewives do a fly. 

If I could see you in a year, 
I ’d wind the months in balls, 
And put them each in separate drawers, 
Until their time befalls. 

If only centuries delayed, 
I ’d count them on my hand, 
Subtracting till my fingers dropped 
Into Van Diemen’s land. 

If certain, when this life was out, 
That yours and mine should be, 
I ’d toss it yonder like a rind, 
And taste eternity. 

But now, all ignorant of the length 
Of time’s uncertain wing, 
It goads me, like the goblin bee, 
That will not state its sting.”
Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems


Yet, we wait

“there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

a space

and even during the
best moments
the greatest times

we will know it

we will know it
more than

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

we will wait

in that space.”

― Charles Bukowski


Eyes, shut

“My cheek
found your cheek
and our eyes shut
as if by command.
In that moment,
I saw that this
is more than I
ever believed,
and the tears
we may share
are stronger
than the years
we have

Tyler Knott Gregson


Let me tell you about love

“Let me tell you about love, that silly word you believe is about whether you like somebody or whether somebody likes you or whether you can put up with somebody in order to get something or someplace you want or you believe it has to do with how your body responds to another body like robins or bison or maybe you believe love is how forces or nature or luck is benign to you in particular not maiming or killing you but if so doing it for your own good. Love is none of that. There is nothing in nature like it. Not in robins or bison or in the banging tails of your hunting dogs and not in blossoms or suckling foal. Love is divine only and difficult always. If you think it is easy you are a fool. If you think it is natural you are blind. It is a learned application without reason or motive except that it is God. You do not deserve love regardless of the suffering you have endured. You do not deserve love because somebody did you wrong. You do not deserve love just because you want it. You can only earn – by practice and careful contemplations – the right to express it and you have to learn how to accept it. Which is to say you have to earn God. You have to practice God. You have to think God-carefully. And if you are a good and diligent student you may secure the right to show love…” ~Toni Morrison



So much more

She rolled over,
buried half her face
in her pillow,
and smiled
It was then,
the overwhelming
washed over me,
that there is
so much more
to life
than simply
surviving it.”

Tyler Knot Gregson


Budding wings


“We have not come into this exquisite world to hold ourselves hostage from love. Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings.”

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Drink the sea

Making love with you is like drinking sea water. The more I drink the thirstier I become, until nothing can shake my thirst but to drink the entire sea.   ~Kenneth Rexroth

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The Protocol of Love


this is no way to come.
Did I call you?
There was no need to come.
Do you really like to come
this way, not invited, unwelcome guest?
Yes, I did call you , but those were the days that belonged to you, the expectant mood of the wait for the rains, when the rains are needed sorely,
and I did wait for you then.
You have come
when I had to learn to give up
 hunger and thirst.
How was I to know
that what held you back
was something so simple but hard to break
because so simple–
Your conceit, your pride.
How often the hands went up in prayer
that you may hear me and answer my call.
When seized with the slightest hope that you would come answer my call,
I had offered thousands of oblations and lit up the home with rows of candles
in the hope of your coming.
That indeed was the time to come!

And you have come now
when there is no passion left in my calling,
when the lights have dimmed
and are waiting to die,
when the portals and the windows are closed to keep out the rains and the winds
and I have neither the desire left,
nor the strength
to rise and open the gates.
But your visage tells me
that I must wake up and take you in.
You are standing at the door
 with the defeat on your hands,
a winner once, and now a forgotten tale.
The rain you are that I once yearned for
and now I am
 inside a home, behind closed doors,
with no memory or knowledge of
the protocol of love.    

Original in Hindi by Neena Dighe
Translated into English by Sushama Karnik

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