Sometimes I feel tenderly
opened up, wet and revealed as if cut
in two. I want to spend
today with you.— Stephanie Burt, from “Rambutan,” We Are Mermaids
in search of tranquility — florian wenzel
Saul Leiter, Barbara, 1955
“Sometimes the call of a bird is so clear
it bruises my hands.”
Joanna Klink, from The Graves“When birds look into houses, what impossible worlds they see.”
Don DeLillo, The Body Artist
“A bird is a vessel. It carries a field.”
Emily Skaja, from It’s Impossible to Keep White Moths
— mimi evangeline, here
Clara E. Sipprell - Live Oaks, Georgia, c.1934, printed after 1942











