Werner Kho
"The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via larmoyante)

This morning I did the laundry
without flinching. I pulled
stray threads with my bare teeth,
allowed my fingers
to sew ends together. I drank
softener in gulps, settled
into all the cracks. I felt
the sun seeping
it was weeping and I wept
along with it, let myself
glow fluorescent yellow,

warm, inviting. I am worn
inside out, with all the wrong
colours showing. I am

worn out skin, peeling away
the months. This morning

I swept myself into the washing
machine, unfolded all my creases
in the waves.

Laundry, Werner Kho 
"Do not make
out of people.
This will leave you
and sad,
missing arms that
cannot hold
hearts with
shaky foundations.”
— Michelle K., Home.   (via gorardway)

Until I was at the heart of
the storm in your eyes, I never
realised I was drenched
to the bone.

I had walked
straight in-

to the skin of a storm
chaser, chased every bolt
of electricity until my
back became a maze
of burnt boughs, eyes like
glass marbles.

But I wanted it all the same,
to watch your landscape unfold
into sirens and names
only I could think up of.

Storm chaser, Werner Kho 

To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things: to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

— Mary Oliver, from In Blackwater Woods (via violentwavesofemotion)
"Nobody tells this to people who are beginners. I wish someone had told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase; they quit. Most people I know who do interest, creative, work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know that it’s normal and the important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you finish one piece. It’s only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take a while. It’s normal to take awhile. You just gotta fight your way through.”
— Ira Glass (via greasequeen)

Beating flesh

Every time you clench a fist,
imagine the soft flesh
beating, quietly.

       Hold it instead,
gently, wrap it up in
silk cloths reserved for
gentlemen. Pack it in picnic
baskets, take it out
for the sun to shine through
its gaps. Give it flowers
on its doorstep, whisper
with honey in your mouth
until you coax its blood-red
words out. Let it scream
till even the sea can’t
swallow anymore of its
gushing. Let it unfurl, single
red bloom on white
sheets. Now

      put it back
no longer quiet. Sing
along with its thumping
rhythm, carefully