Girlwithfoggedglasses - Bookworm

Nostalgia

Christina’s world, Andrew Wyeth//Those Sweet and Painful Memories, Danny Castillones Sillada//When we were young, The Killers//Youngblood, Five Seconds of Summer//If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”, Blythe Baird//Little talks, Of Monsters and Men//Maureen Paley//From Collected Poems; “The Return of the Exile,” George Seferis//Circle Game, Joni Mitchell//Anne Magill//Head in the clouds, Hayd//A Field Guide to Getting Lost, Rebecca Solnit//The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020), Mike Flanagan

I feel a little less alone when I’m standing over the stove cooking a meal my mother used to make when I was a kid without looking at the recipe

A woman's heart is as tender as the sound of falling utensils on her kitchen floor.

You never know if happy memories are going to become sad ones. They glow and shine in the vast realms of our subconscious, making that part of our brain feel like it’s filled with glitter. We pick them up and cradle them like expensive cats, or wriggle into them like they are jumpers we’ve left to warm on a radiator. Until the day when, for one reason or another, life can suddenly make this happy memory into a sad memory instead. Good memories exist in the naivety of not knowing any better. I guess a happy memory is only logged and labelled accordingly if you can live in a moment without fear of it going wrong. In the moments when true happiness is so overwhelming that you forget to be scared of it ending. But, in time, those moments can easily become bittersweet.

The Places I've Cried in Public by Holly Bourne

poetry recommendations for march

If You Knew by Ellen Bass

Living With the News by W.S.Merwin

Spring by Mary Oliver

The Return by Mary Oliver

Green, Green is My Sister’s House by Mary Oliver

Black Telephone by Richard Siken

Proverbs and Songs by Antonio Machado

this night - for you by Halina Poswiatowska

a splinter of my imagination by Halina Poswiatowska

in your perfect fingers by Halina Poswiatowska

Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics

Every Day You Play…. by Pablo Neruda

first thought after seeing you smile by Warsan Shire

Love by Czeslaw Milosz

Insomniac by Sylvia Plath

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