Marina Vladova
@marinavla.bsky.social
health humanities | narrative medicine | poetry | i listen to my words but they fall far below
Pinned
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Also when somebody very close to you dies slowly while you watch helplessly, nothing encourages more magical thinking. Magpies and owls. Trees lit up at sunset. The wolf hour. Everything's a damn sign.
September 14, 2025 at 1:16 PM
Also when somebody very close to you dies slowly while you watch helplessly, nothing encourages more magical thinking. Magpies and owls. Trees lit up at sunset. The wolf hour. Everything's a damn sign.
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Q: “Most hospitals + people who will lose insurance are in rural areas. If Trump & Republicans are so intent on sticking it to their own voters, why not let them?”
@aoc.bsky.social : “That’s the difference between us & Trump. I don’t care if you voted for me, I want you to have health care.”
@aoc.bsky.social : “That’s the difference between us & Trump. I don’t care if you voted for me, I want you to have health care.”
October 16, 2025 at 2:42 AM
Q: “Most hospitals + people who will lose insurance are in rural areas. If Trump & Republicans are so intent on sticking it to their own voters, why not let them?”
@aoc.bsky.social : “That’s the difference between us & Trump. I don’t care if you voted for me, I want you to have health care.”
@aoc.bsky.social : “That’s the difference between us & Trump. I don’t care if you voted for me, I want you to have health care.”
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'Sleep brings no strength to me,
No power renewed to brave;
I only sail a wilder sea,
A darker wave.'
-Emily Brontë
🎨George Elgar Hicks
#BookWormSat
No power renewed to brave;
I only sail a wilder sea,
A darker wave.'
-Emily Brontë
🎨George Elgar Hicks
#BookWormSat
May 17, 2025 at 6:19 AM
'Sleep brings no strength to me,
No power renewed to brave;
I only sail a wilder sea,
A darker wave.'
-Emily Brontë
🎨George Elgar Hicks
#BookWormSat
No power renewed to brave;
I only sail a wilder sea,
A darker wave.'
-Emily Brontë
🎨George Elgar Hicks
#BookWormSat
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From @webbish6.bsky.social's book, Flare Corona: bookshop.org/a/862/9781950774920
#poem #books #writing
#poem #books #writing
May 16, 2025 at 9:00 PM
From @webbish6.bsky.social's book, Flare Corona: bookshop.org/a/862/9781950774920
#poem #books #writing
#poem #books #writing
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New #poetry from Gail Griffin: "Beautiful".
Beautiful | Rust & Moth
Starlings have no claim to what’s called beauty except when earth flings them out in a bolt of black silk unfurling across the sky, reaching, curling back, convolving as if in a sinuous wind from one...
buff.ly
February 28, 2025 at 9:38 AM
New #poetry from Gail Griffin: "Beautiful".
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But the sea
which no one tends
is also a garden
William Carlos Williams, Asphodel, That Greeny Flower (excerpt)
which no one tends
is also a garden
William Carlos Williams, Asphodel, That Greeny Flower (excerpt)
February 22, 2025 at 10:55 AM
But the sea
which no one tends
is also a garden
William Carlos Williams, Asphodel, That Greeny Flower (excerpt)
which no one tends
is also a garden
William Carlos Williams, Asphodel, That Greeny Flower (excerpt)
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Dorothea Grossman:
January 23, 2025 at 5:53 PM
Dorothea Grossman:
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Jane Hirshfield (who is teaching in CWC this spring!):
January 7, 2025 at 1:47 AM
Jane Hirshfield (who is teaching in CWC this spring!):
moddie had always thought of herself as a great mingler, but over the past year or so she had been learning she didn’t always have the clearest view of herself. —banal nightmare, halle butler
December 3, 2024 at 2:40 AM
moddie had always thought of herself as a great mingler, but over the past year or so she had been learning she didn’t always have the clearest view of herself. —banal nightmare, halle butler
Blessed are those who stand still in their confusion. ~brigit pegeen kelly
December 1, 2024 at 8:10 PM
Blessed are those who stand still in their confusion. ~brigit pegeen kelly
to love what you are
November 30, 2024 at 5:50 PM
to love what you are
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It was the hour when snow goes blue
and streetlights come on and a hare may
pause on the tree line as still as a word in a book.
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
and streetlights come on and a hare may
pause on the tree line as still as a word in a book.
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
November 22, 2024 at 4:21 PM
It was the hour when snow goes blue
and streetlights come on and a hare may
pause on the tree line as still as a word in a book.
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
and streetlights come on and a hare may
pause on the tree line as still as a word in a book.
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
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Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.
W. H. Auden
W. H. Auden
November 23, 2024 at 6:18 PM
Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.
W. H. Auden
W. H. Auden