Friday, May 27, 2016

How To Triumph Like A Girl by Ada Limón

How To Triumph Like A Girl

Ada Limón

I like the lady horses best,
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.
I like their lady horse swagger,
after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up!
But mainly, let’s be honest, I like
that they’re ladies. As if this big
dangerous animal is also a part of me,
that somewhere inside the delicate
skin of my body, there pumps
an 8-pound female horse heart,
giant with power, heavy with blood.
Don’t you want to believe it?
Don’t you want to tug my shirt and see
the huge beating genius machine
that thinks, no, it knows,
it’s going to come in first.

from: "Bright Dead Things" by Ada Limón

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Bright Dead Things: Poems by Ada Limón

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Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

Hollow City by Ransom Riggs

Library of Souls by Ransom Riggs

Night Sky With Exit Wounds: Poems by Ocean Vuong

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Little Debbie getting some lap time...it ain't easy when you're one of four kitties...

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An early Happy Memorial Day to those who served/serve our great country! I appreciate your sacrifices and your patriotism!!! God Bless You!

xo,

Marion

2 comments:

Kelly said...: Awww... sweet kitty. :)

I've considered reading the Miss Peregrine book. You'll have to let me know what you think. I just finished Middlemarch by George Eliot!; May 27, 2016 at 1:35 PM
Marion said...: Kelly...Middlemarch!!! Wow!! I've picked that one up and put it down dozens of times. I congratulate you. LOL! I'll let you know about the Miss Peregrine set. Mary Mace and I are reading it together. I love a good ghost story. Thanks for stopping by! Love & Hugs! xo; May 27, 2016 at 5:47 PM

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“You’re not a poetess, I hope,” said the English geologist next to her. “We had a poetess here last month, and things got a bit dodgy here for the rest of us.”

“Really.” After the soup, there was risotto with squid ink.

“Yes. She kept referring to insects as ‘God’s typos’ and then she kept us all after dinner one evening so she could read from her poems, which seemed to consist primarily of the repeating line ‘the hairy kiwi of his balls.’”

From: “Birds of America” by Lorrie Moore, page 266, ‘Terrific Mother’

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