Entirely because April is poetry month and I will never be able to post enough Richard Siken in this journal. I keep his collection of poems, Crush, by my bed every night, just in case I get the urge to read one of his works; I get this urge a lot. I won't try and talk about him anymore than that. Mostly because I can't... but also because I don't ( Read more... )

When you see this, post a poem in your journal.

( A Litany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out. )

when you see this, post your favourite poem
(my favourite poem fluctuates wildly, but today, it's this one.)

As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden

( the glacier knocks in the cupboard, the desert sighs in the bed. )