Randomness #77

Os meus gatos

gostam de brincar

com as minhas baratas.

Autobiografia Sumária

de Adília Lopes

Poem of the day: Challenger

Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon

Challenger

pretty's just armor
something else

to wear like a dress or a name
not magic like skin

apparel apparent apparently
repellant pretty
don't draw

flies like
honey we just pretend

it does skin is

what draws you don't
believe me

just think skin flick

the winter sky
is not a skin you
might fly right

out

past it but pretty
makes an atmosphere
it's hard to get back in

one hitch one weak

O ring and you are that
white dense
puff of pinkish smoke

too thick for cloud
trailers swerving off in opposite
directions someone not
coming home you believed
lifting off you were

bound somewhere boundless
you will never be that

pretty again

Poem of the day: The Process

Joseph Massey

The Process

Cross-stitched
outside sounds
double the day's

indoor confusion.
How to untwine
noise, to see.

There's the bay,
highway slashed
beneath; water

a weaker shade
of gray than this
momentary sky's

widening bruise.
The page turns
on the table, bare

despite all
I thought was
written there.

The Book I'm Reading: Julius Caesar

Citação do Dia

«Todos estamos sós no coração da Terra

trespassado por um raio de sol;

e de repente anoitece.»

Salvatore Quasimodo

Poema do dia: 5

Alice Vieira

5

a porta entreaberta a prolongar

os teus passos os castanheiros a cidade em chamas

a minha voz a prometer-te uma carta

(prometo sempre cartas a quem se perde

entre o meu corpo e os patamares das escadas

de países desconhecidos)

mas tu já não ouviste ou então

tudo tinha deixado de fazer sentido

e eu a pensar ainda

uma palavra tua e eu serei salva

Citação do dia

«Em algum momento fomos simultâneos

como dois corpos tombando na água.»

José Tolentino Mendonça,

A Estrada Branca