December 2020

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sikenarthistory:

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

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Real Estate by Richard Siken - Poems | Academy of American Poets

Richard’s Siken first poem since his stroke

2020-12-06 2:01:15 ¶ ●

Landscape with Fruit Rot and Millipede / Real Estate

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real estate - richard siken

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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

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fridayiminlovemp3:

a primer for the small weird loves - richard siken

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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)

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Richard Siken, from “The Worm King’s Lullaby”

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richard siken quotes that are too relateable for their own good

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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)

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pebble-in-a-puddle:

from Crush, Richard Siken

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

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