“As the Bacchae knew, we always tear our Gods to bits, and eat the bits we like.”
— Adam Gopnik (via journalofanobody)
Tag: Poetry
you have to understand / the wolf isn’t always the villain here / yes / he tore the deer apart limb by limb / but he was only trying to stay alive
“What poetry has taught me
is that if a tree falls in a forest
and there’s no one around to cry for it
the other trees will learn how to.
In the wake of another splintering
they will say, I see you.
I too am growing sideways.”— POETRY AS COMMUNITY by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
And between offering and banquet / We devoured the gods
Myriam Fraga, from “Archaeology,” Purifications or the Sign of Retaliation tr. Chloe Hill (via sharkodactyl)
When I was eleven
I decided that having a body was too much work
so I transfigured myself into tripwire,
a silent inconvenienceOn most days I am still scared of being seen
— Greta Moran, from “Slow Fist” published in Cosmonauts Avenue
wolves are not what you should be afraid of.
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Short comic I did for @intrudercomics’s Extruder #2 anthology a few months ago. The original comic in the zine is just two pages, but I decided after the fact that a third page would be good. I believe you can still pick up a copy of Extruder at Fantagraphics Seattle and at Push/Pull. :3
Maybe I am a creature wearing the skin of another, a werewolf, a phantom, and I
wove this story to comfort myself. To sing myself to sleep.
@mabelpodcast (via c-estmabiologie)
darling, it’s the love song of every monster:
I wish I knew what I was.
Eliel Vera, from fire (via hyyacinthus)
how do i tell love from the taste of blood on my tongue? it was never supposed to be sharp and lonely and ingrained into wounded flesh.
in my dream i am running and the monster is behind me and he isn’t real and he isn’t real and –
what of it? i just don’t want to keep swallowing knives anymore.
Angel, excerpt from Lessons In Blood (via softestlove)
Cheloneuniverse 