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"Snowdrops" by Louise Glück

Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive, 68 more words

Poetry

I didn't write this one

The Wild Iris (Louise Gluck)

At the end of my suffering
there was a door.

Hear me out: that which you call death
I remember. 105 more words

Blue

Write from the inside out: Learning to trust yourself

Lately I’ve been thinking much less about what others say a writer should be and thinking much more about what writing means to me. Never before in the history of the world have authors been so readily accessible. 844 more words

THE WRITER'S LIFE

A Desert for Louise Gluck

A Desert for Louise Gluck

“the mist has cleared
It’s like some new life:
you have no stake in the outcome;
you know the outcome.” 278 more words

Meditations And Poetry

Body & Isn't

Bruce Covey

I have a hard time making my mind take place.
Every input adjusts the chemistry–water, peppermint stick, analogue.
Kisses are circles. With eyes closed, every taste buds almond orange.

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Creative Writing

a myth of devotion :: louise glück

When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added. 292 more words

Poems

Johnson Street

“Even before you touched me, I belonged to you; all you had to do was look at me.”
― Louise Glück

Sparrow