'...I look at you, heart of silver,
White heart-flame of polished silver,
Burning beneath the blue steeples of the larkspur,
And I long to kneel instantly at your feet,
While all about us peal the loud, sweet Te Deums of the Canterbury bells.'
~Amy Lowell
🎨Charles Courtney Curran
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Discovering identity in Jeanette Winterson's Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, a powerful LGBTQ+ classic.
"I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line."
A reflection on self-discovery, belonging, and finding your own path.
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as we find a way to wipe your armpit
without lifting your arm up and away
you say, you’ve never seen me so (I forget
the word you use and replace it with close
as in, we’ve never been so close) and I say
I was thinking that…
—Kathrine Sowerby, “about your armpit”
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‘Oh, to be a Moomin and to dance in the waves while the sun gets up! The night was forgotten and a long June day lay before them.’ ~ Tove Jansson. #BookWormSat
Mary Oliver, Red Bird, 2008
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From #waltwhitman’s LIve Oak With Moss
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Rivka
A. A. Rubin
Amanda Joy
Rachel Deering
Association for Scottish Literature
Nifty Buckles Folklore
Goodnight.
‘One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.’ ~ James Baldwin.
🖼️ Moazzama Ameen
‘Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. I use the word "love" here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace.’ ~ James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time. #BookWormSat
🖼️ Cover for Giovanni’s Room because I liked it.
Rachel Deering
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“Poor Anna - the affection she bore her partner was indeed remarkable, it is more than widowhood”
Extract from an 1857 letter referring to Anna Gurney after the death of her lifelong companion Sarah Buxton. Known locally as "The Cottage Ladies" they are buried together in Overstrand.
Rachel Deering
"In this pause, I suddenly saw something very clearly. Whatever it was I wanted from my mother was simply not there to be had. It was not her fault. And it was therefore not my fault that I was unable to elicit it."
- Alison Bechdel, "Are You My Mother?"
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