December 2020

sikenarthistory:

Henry Scott Tuke, Noonday Heat (1902) / Richard Siken, Driving, Not Washing (2005)

Landscape with Fruit Rot and Millipede  /  Real Estate

sykesarchive1:

real estate - richard siken

I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.

Wishbone by Richard Siken

fridayiminlovemp3:

a primer for the small weird loves - richard siken

We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other’s knowledge. To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery.

Richard Siken, from “Landscape of Black Coats in Snow” (via voirlvmer)

voirlvmer:

Richard Siken, from “The Worm King’s Lullaby

zukosgay:

richard siken quotes that are too relateable for their own good

kabunian:

so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

RICHARD SIKEN, Little Beast from Crush (2008)

pebble-in-a-puddle:

from Crush, Richard Siken

lizzybizzyo:

It keeps coming back to that: what do I do with these hands?

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m-aremagnum: