Venus Comb

Stories and poems and mermaids and stars

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Why do you paint?
For exactly the same reason I breathe.
That’s not an answer.
There isn’t any answer.
How long hasn’t there been any answer?
As long as I can remember.
And how long have you written?
As long as I can remember.
I mean poetry.
So do I.
Cummings, E.E..”Forward to an Exhibit: II (1945).” (via wordsnquotes)

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The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.
Warsan Shire

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i wait for you to wake (i wait for you)

after e. e. cummings

to wake, my love
         with quiet stars

all gloss and water, watercolorpin-points white-yellow
in shadow-blues of sky

i wait for you to wake
         where stars melt and sun spins
and horses nose dandelions nuzzle hand-yours-palm-up bare

you see them silver the fields, moss-quiet, fog-slow,

       horses silver your window-edge, weather rain,

and wait for your dandelion palms

your blue-blue eyes (blue-green, my love, blue with the sun in them)
       and your quiet

and your soft animals-are-beautiful voice,
and your i-love-how-they-run-when-they-run,

and your smiling, love, or your not quite smiling,

but your stillness and the loving-them-loving-world-lovinglovinglovingness of you

       i wait in the stars for you, love,

in horse-eye-black and warm-breath-on-palms-on-rainy-days

i wait for you to wake (i wait for you)

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