I just committed to buying this great piece by Cody Rocko.
"But the goodbye was sad and strangely unfulfilling."
Bland tysta kullar och dystra slätter - XXIV & XXV
© Heathen Harnow - please do not remove credit
Colton Haynes had me to go to Tumblr for the first time the other day and I had to ask how to spell it.
The first dead leaves lie like sea urchins
browned on the asphalt erie.
It’s got to be October,
Slayer of living things, refrigerator of memory.
Next to the wilted lettuce, next to the Simone Weil,
Our lives are shoved in,
barely visible, but still unspoiled.
Charles Wright, opening lines to “October, Mon Amour," Caribou: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2014)