Here is a place to read my new writing (link above).
red rum, dorothea lasky
dorothea lasky | emily dickinson
This Beautiful Planet
Please tell me that I was a good child
And that I did everything right
And that the atmosphere was exactly certain
I want you to love me
In ways that you never have
So that I become a forgotten world
With rainbow sunrises over dark green trees
And the cooling of the day
Becomes normal again
We will sit and watch the body of water
That we once called a sort of death
You know even in my dreams
You say I’ll never get it right
This is not a dream
We are burning here with no escape
But no matter how many times
They talk about the moon
It does not take a poet
To know that the moon
Is still only an illusion
Only an illusion
The moon calls out to all of us
Come back, it says
But we don’t hear it
Already on our way
To somewhereDorothea Lasky
—Dorothea Lasky, from Love Poem for Bathsheba
from why poetry can be hard for most people by dorothea lasky, published in rome
[Text ID: why poetry can be hard for most people. because speaking to the dead is not something you want to do. /End ID]
The haunting of bly manor (2020), dir. by Mike Flanagan
Love Poem for Bathsheba, Dorothea Lasky//Home, Warsan Shire//E.E. Scott//Selected poems, Leonard Cohen//Blue nights, Joan Didion//Mexican gothic
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