23
Sep
Armed with every precious failure: The Sound of Becoming
can someone point me in the direction of the original writer? i would love to publish this.
Sometimes it is a bang. A thunder clap
inside the heart—an earthquake. An idea
so strong it spasms, ripples through the body
like the body is a blue-moon rock-kissed lake.
It might be a shotgun blast. A buckshot boom
goose-bumping its way outwards, towards feet
and…
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phoenixpoet reblogged this from playingtheboard and added:
can someone point me in the direction of the original writer? i would love to publish this.
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arboretictruth said:
This is absolutely beautiful, it reads as if it were spoken word. Every word, every sentence feels necessary. Keep on doin your thing
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threecrowsonequill said:
this made my heart stop momentarily. and i forgot to breathe part way through it. and it is beautiful. and i love it.
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almostexactlyright said:
I can hear your voice in my head as I am reading. I may be tumblr obsessed with you.
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