The Word Girl

"a word, after a word, after a word is power" -Margret Atwood

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inkandlightarts:

Grey days are best spent with favourite poets… And because “you like watching MTV while I like dreaming in an empty bed…” 
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inkandlightarts:

Grey days are best spent with favourite poets… And because “you like watching MTV while I like dreaming in an empty bed…”
See more of my daily images and daily reads on my Instagram @InkandLight

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I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real, to see day lilies and swimming pools, loyalty and devotion, even though my eyes were closed, and all that surrounded me was a darkened room. I wrote because that was who I was at the core, and if I was too damaged to walk around the block, I was lucky all the same. Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.
Alice Hoffman (via inkandlightarts)

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Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses. Its inhabitants are, as the man once said, ‘whores, pimps, gamblers and sons of bitches,’ by which he meant Everybody. Had the man looked through another peephole he might have said, ‘Saints and angels and martyrs and holy men,’ and he would have meant the same thing.
John Steinbeck

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Forgive me father
for I have sinned
the crumbs from your table
are never enough
And temptation
tastes of milk and honey
Oh give us this day
our daily bread
and a handful of silver
to forgive our trespasses
a salted benediction
to save our souls
before we are just ashes
and dust.
The Sin Eater Siobhan Rodgers 2011

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The stars fell down
like broken glass
like a sprinkling of salt and ash
Hope smashed on a cold floor.
the days bleed into each other
the soil frozen now
brittle
Dead.
the brambles come
fruitless
they wrap around the house
cold house
fairy tale house
and she has forgotten to leave crumbs on the path
Gretel in the Woods Siobhan Rodgers 2011

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