jari m

Tag: Words

  • draft: still dream drunk and sleepy

  • 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

  • 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,…

  • surviving again

    i don’t think i exist outside the places we meet.

  • Word Vomit: self-contained universes

    Ignore this post if you want to live with some meaning.

  • footnote

    My fixation is part of a new era; the one before that, a transition. There is a list of words I’ve defined by you. I would look them up in the dictionary, and write their meanings down, and in my thoughts I would imagine your face beside each and every one. Words were senseless unless…