1. 22ndcenturylit:

    The last day of track practice —
    a Friday, the day we goofed off

    my friends were going to KFC
    to get limited time only Double Downs
    the sandwiches that used fried chicken
    for ‘bread’ with melted cheese and bacon
    in the middle

    I wanted to go, I really did, but
    I planned on asking you to…

    A poem from my friend Christian. <3

     

  2. "If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them."
    — 

    anonymous reader on The Dish

    One of the more helpful and insightful things I’ve seen about depression/suicide in the last couple of days.

    (via the-greatdepression)

    End stigma w/r/t mental illness & addiction.

    (Source: mysweetetc, via menderofhearts)

     
  3. just this.

    (Source: kittehkats, via fuckyeahkitties)

     

  4. Five poems from my forthcoming full-length debut, Mental Hospital: A Memoir (YesYes Books, 2015), on Hobart today!

     

  5. poem

    Excellent silence

    fantastical dream

     

    The tenderness of a dream

    Immaculate

     

    Stripped sheets

    Cracked leather

     

    (Red plus on white tin)

     

    Stripped macula

    Racked excellence

     

    The dreaminess of a sheet

    Untenable

     

    Slink, bruise

    Hyperviolent

     

    Hung on hooks

    A veil : plastic

     

    We are gathered

    here today…

     
  6. 666diary:

    northeast Portland alleyway guardian

    love

     

  7. POETRY

     

  8. So here’s the deal. If you follow me but don’t know this poem of mine, I wish you’d read it. I released it as a self-published chapbook a little over a year ago. This poem marked a huge shift in my abilities as a writer, and it taught me to believe in the things I create. I have still wavered at times, but I remain so proud of this. So please. Read I WANT TO SAY HOW I FEEL AND BE DONE WITH IT FOREVER. <3

     
  9. rgbateman:

    So excited to be choosing paper options and cover designs with Bone Tax Press for my forthcoming chapbook DEAD AS. There’s literally no better feeling than when other people care about something you made and want to use their talents to make it beautiful. Look for it September 6th. — with Ross Robbinsand Zachary Cosby.

    Heck yeah, I’m publishing Robyn Bateman! This chap is RAD.

     

  10. voicemailpoems:

    'My Mother Asks How I Was Gay Before Sleeping with a Man'
    by Eric Tran

    She says I’ve taught you this before: press the skin
    of pears to your nose to sense if they’re ripe,
    Sound out foreign words, spring-load them on your lips

    before flicking them off your tongue. Measure drinks
    with your fingers, test gold with your teeth. Do you trust
    the strength of ice with the weight of one toe,

    the day’s weather without throwing yourself into it,
    the spice of a pepper by biting the tip? Son,
    the world is not known by its surfaces alone.

    When you cut new flowers, split their stems
    like a giant vein, teach them to drink water again.
    I warned you once not to touch fire red coils,

    but you had to reach out your hand, palm the heat,
    hold the fire in your fist to learn how to be afraid.


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    Eric Tran called us from Carrboro, NC.
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    Very nice.