jari m

Category: Art & Review

  • a narrative on addiction, inspired by last night

    Possible Titles: i. i’m pretty sure i’m trying to say something with this piece, but even i can’t tell. the author is dead. hurrah. ii. i can justify anything if i try hard enough iii. smoking may not be the best euphemism in this case iv. wink, wink; and v. this isn’t a poem, it…

  • censored

    The page begins with the question Do you think I’ll break your heart? and later ends with a reminder to self, that the loveliest things in the world don’t come for free; they need to be paid with a currency of regrets and hopes and bravery. And in the middle, the letter admits: a single…

  • yesterday’s trash

  • draft: lessons in magic. and

    Lessons in Magic, last night. “Here is what you must always remember,” she said, “all forms of magic require the entirety of the universe. You have to fill yourself up, from the dirt of your feet to the edges of your sight, with the lightness of the sky. Consume everything, weightless, until your fingertips reach…

  • some localized anarchy

    Interrogate my body. Question the heart why its beat is five times more fast, its rhythm many times more irregular. Examine the way the skin flushes, the nervous tics of two slick hands. Demand answers from its lips, red-bitten and sore. And chase that errant voice — why is it gone when you are near?…

  • and on other words; (an art recs post)

    A string of five prose and poetry recommendations, off the top of my head. In no particular order. “My head is bloody, but unbowed.”  Invictus by W. E. Henley I first heard of this piece as a quote from another book, and the words sustained me for a very long time. I used to recite the poem…

  • Pablo Neruda: One Hundred Love Sonnets, Sonnet XVII

    I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,…

  • I think we forget things if we have no one to tell them to. – The Lunchbox  (2013)

  • hi

    Life Update Took this last Monday during Microbio.