hi everyone,
one of my favourite poets (and one of tumblr’s favourite poets - if you’ve ever even looked at a ship graphic you’ve probably read a stanza of his work and loved it), the incomparable Richard Siken, suffered a stroke in March. his publishers, Copper Canyon Press, set up a gofundme for his medical bills and living expenses. at this point they don’t know if he’ll make a full recovery or be able to work again.
we all owe this guy a decade’s worth of back-pay for using his poems as fic titles. if you can make a donation, please do.
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.
Please donate if you can.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.