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What you'll find here: art, quotes, prose, poetry.

My writing
with-grace-and-guts:

Arcs by The Noisy Plume on Flickr.

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love – and to put its trust in life.

- Joseph Conrad (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
delun-a:

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foresity:

Sunrise at Snoqualmie || Jared Atkins Tumblr / Twitter / Instagram / Prints

foresity:

Sunrise at Snoqualmie || Jared Atkins Tumblr / Twitter / Instagram / Prints
marcalcock:

Anchor Bay
Mendecino

marcalcock:

Anchor Bay

Mendecino

This morning, I have
never been so close to you. I think you could be
anywhere and so I have written you here, not to forget. Yet
I don’t want to see you caught like a word in that last line.
What does the nightingale do when it runs out of things to say?
Only this: I have never been so astonished at the love of one woman
which is the way the moon finally closes its eye behind a ridge,
the way the wind never stays around long enough to see
         what it has brought.

- Richard Jackson, from “The Gift of the Wind,” in Resonance: Poems (The Ashland Poetry Press, 2010)
with-grace-and-guts:

Camel to the East by The Noisy Plume on Flickr.
wistfullycountry:

Adventures in Cooking

I can’t touch syllables
tenderness, throats.
Look it’s like this, I’m just like the rest,
limping across the city, flying when I can.

- Dionne Brand, from: “Thirsty” (via learningfromthehands)
allthingseurope:

Madeira, Portugal (by Lucia Fantasia)

allthingseurope:

Madeira, Portugal (by Lucia Fantasia)