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PARALLAX. A Girl You Should Date « nona merah. Date a girl who reads.

A Girl You Should Date « nona merah

Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. Buy her another cup of coffee. It’s easy to date a girl who reads. She has to give it a shot somehow. Fail her. Ludwig von Mises Institute.

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Shira Lipkin. Charles Jensen « PoetsArtists. Call for Curators If you are interested in curating a future issue of PA, please send a proposal along with your background experience in either art or poetry and a suggestion for a theme for your issue to the attention of Didi Menendez (didimenendez at gmail.com). 2014 Calendar Year March - Curated by Marina Press - LOVEApril - FIXATION Gallery Event and PublicationMay - Curated by Sergio Gomez - RAW BEAUTYJune - Curated by Daniel Maidman - SUBSTANCE July - Curated by Angela Hardy - PIN-UPAugust - Collaboration between poets and artists - see belowDecember - Curated by Steven DaLuz - THE POWER OF DRAWING January, September, October and November will not have issues.

Charles Jensen « PoetsArtists

Open poetry calls are closed. August 2014 Collaboration Issue (changed launch date to August from July) On this call the poet writes a poem on any theme and then sends to the artist to interpret in art. Please note that we do not offer contributor copies. A Beautiful Mess. Hey, friends! I'm here to share my new favorite happy hour recipe!

It's fresh, herbal-y, and citrus-y. Mojitos were my first favorite cocktail, and I still love them, but finding new combinations is my current obsession. I'm thinking about planting an herb garden on my porch this weekend. Have any of you done this? Needed: White rum, club soda, fresh basil, fresh mint, fresh raspberries, two limes, basil raspberry simple syrup (recipe below). Raspberry Basil Simple Syrup, makes two cups. 1 cup sugar 1 cup water5-10 raspberries 3-6 basil leaves In a small pot, combine all ingredients and bring to a simmer. Allow your syrup to cool completely in the pot, then strain it into a glass or jar. You can keep this syrup covered for two weeks or longer in the refrigerator.

Raspberry Basil Mojito, serves one. 2 ounces white rum1 ounce simple syrupjuice of one lime5 fresh mint leaves, chopped5 fresh basil leaves, choppedfresh raspberries club soda. Poetry Foundation. The Dream. The Dream I dreamed that you had ceased to love me— not that you had come from other beds back to mine, or gone from mine to others, just that something in your heart had stopped.

The Dream

I willed myself awake to find you still beside me. It was just a dream, I thought, yet when I turned to kiss you, in your eyes I saw that you had ceased to love me. I willed myself awake a second time to find myself alone, as I have been these many months, but did not know if it was terror or relief I felt, and whether dreams unfold the past or make the future plain. David Solway. Nate Slawson, diode v2n3. You are the rain a girl at school smells like purple bubble gum, like she took off all her clothes after being stuck outside during a thunderstorm & if I could tell her why her arms are boss, why her neck is boss, why her hips are boss, I imagine she would bandage me softly like winter. you are a pharmacy you have a hundred secret names & I am the world’s worst shoplifter.

Nate Slawson, diode v2n3

You know what I mean? It’s like it’s 1992 & we’re so happy for cigarettes & de la soul & lightning bugs & shit like that. sometimes I wish you knew someone exactly like me who wasn’t so obsessed with your knuckles. Cat haiku. You never feed me.

cat haiku

Perhaps I'll sleep on your face. That will sure show you. You must scratch me there! Yes, above my tail! Behold, elevator butt. The rule for today: Touch my tail, I shred your hand. In deep sleep hear sound cat vomit hairball somewhere will find in morning. Grace personified. Blur of motion, then -- silence, me, a paper bag. The mighty hunter Returns with gifts of plump birds -- your foot just squashed one. An Essay by Einstein. "How strange is the lot of us mortals!

An Essay by Einstein

Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people -- first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy. A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving...

"I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves -- this critical basis I call the ideal of a pigsty. The ideals that have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth. "My political ideal is democracy. A refreshing dose of interesting. How To Tell If Somebody Loves You. Somebody loves you if they pick an eyelash off of your face or wet a napkin and apply it to your dirty skin.

How To Tell If Somebody Loves You

You didn’t ask for these things, but this person went ahead and did it anyway. They don’t want to see you looking like a fool with eyelashes and crumbs on your face. They notice these things. They really look at you and are the first to notice if something is amiss with your beautiful visage! Somebody loves you if they assume the role of caretaker when you’re sick.