the Thrill that comes Once in a Lifetime

My name is Matthew and we are in this together.

Apr 6
millionsmillions:

With the NCAA’s March Madness tournament winding down, and with The Morning News’s Tournament of Books drawn to a close, you can still indulge your bracketological yearnings by participating in Powell’s Books’s Poetry Madness or by checking out NPR’s Ides of March Madness.

There are some tough match-ups here!

millionsmillions:

With the NCAA’s March Madness tournament winding down, and with The Morning News’s Tournament of Books drawn to a close, you can still indulge your bracketological yearnings by participating in Powell’s Books’s Poetry Madness or by checking out NPR’s Ides of March Madness.

There are some tough match-ups here!


Mar 21
typewriter-workshop:

Ah! Spring!
Hermes Baby 1946 (by shordzi)

typewriter-workshop:

Ah! Spring!

Hermes Baby 1946 (by shordzi)


Oct 17

Poem for Jordan

Here is a dream I might have had,
a sequence of dreams I might have had—
We are sitting in orange chairs.
We are sitting in the bottom of a well.
I understand the well to be my car.
In dreams one understands
this sort of thing.
You say class will begin soon.
You say gather your god’s eyes.
You say Arlecchino is pregnant!
We deliver the baby
in the back of a cab.
I say how I sing to my cats too.
You say yes
they seem to understand.
You ask if I like boneless Thursdays,
crack a lime-a-rita, & nod.
I make a ring
with my right finger & thumb.
I poke my left pointer through.
Repeat.
Thursdays are never boneless
in dreams.
In dreams these things are zingers.
In dreams all scenes have punchy buttons.
A handsome bow tie intones like honey
saying something in wonder of citrus.
You mention Diplodocus.
Netflix support
invokes the Konami code.
The squircles glow purple.
Together from trousers
we exorcise penguins.
Together we summon
the ghost of Del Close.
Together we goof on
chess club sex festivals.
Together we let the window unlock.
Momentous, the sitter
comes in from the roof.
In dreams we never
fumble the punch line.
I try to say
how my druthers are your license plate.
I try to say how I feel
like a real princess.
I try to explain
how in each dream
you hand me a cake
how we’ve never met
but this cake has my name on it
how I might wake to find
I’ve plowed my way
through stacks of blackout flapjacks
how these dreams have released me
hootenanny & a half hootenanny again
more powerful than ever.


You & me Jordan. #JJGO

You & me Jordan. #JJGO


Sep 27

(Source: donshare)


Sep 23
ottermind:

Taipei: banquet hall roof

ottermind:

Taipei: banquet hall roof


googlepoet:

"I’m Sorry I Thought This Was America", a longform Google poem by Tiffany “Tiffcat” Javier.
www.googlepoetics.com

googlepoet:

"I’m Sorry I Thought This Was America", a longform Google poem by Tiffany “Tiffcat” Javier.

www.googlepoetics.com


Sep 18
reasonsmysoniscrying:

"The dinosaur tails are not fitting under the ottoman."Submitted By: Danielle H.Location: Massachusetts, United States

Whoa. All my dinosaurs and all my ottomans.

reasonsmysoniscrying:

"The dinosaur tails are not fitting under the ottoman."
Submitted By: Danielle H.
Location: Massachusetts, United States

Whoa.

All my dinosaurs and all my ottomans.



Otto F K. Deiters, 1865. Drawings of stained neurons in the spinal chord with soma, nucleus, dendrites and axons.


Maybe the happy neurons could give the sad little neurons a hug or something?

Otto F K. Deiters, 1865. Drawings of stained neurons in the spinal chord with soma, nucleus, dendrites and axons.

Maybe the happy neurons could give the sad little neurons a hug or something?

(via scientificillustration)


Sep 11
Do you enjoy poet bromance? I do!

Do you enjoy poet bromance? I do!


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