poetry

today we posted an essay on culture vulture by Emma Kumagaya all about JOY and how it’s not made to be a crumb!!!!!! it’s inspired by this poem and you can go and read it in our stories!!! xx

Joy Sullivan @joysullivanpoet My Mother Asks How I'm Doing  with Just Whisky and Cats None of us were built for this, after all. Loneliness enters the house and takes  off her boots. The days lose light.  I keep hoping for the postman-  his everyday footsteps, a kind of friendliness. There is no name for this kind of breaking. It's November and my neighbor sets off fireworks.  The moon is an aching white eye. Some nights,  I sleep inside your old shirt. Even wolves need a soft body to curl toward in the dark. From Instructions For Traveling West The Dial Press, 2024. #poetryisnotaluxury

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