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Marina Vladova
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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
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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.”
October 16, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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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
May 17, 2025 at 6:19 AM
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May 16, 2025 at 9:00 PM
merwin
March 15, 2025 at 8:20 PM
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But the sea
which no one tends
is also a garden

William Carlos Williams, Asphodel, That Greeny Flower (excerpt)
February 22, 2025 at 10:55 AM
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Dorothea Grossman:
January 23, 2025 at 5:53 PM
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Jane Hirshfield (who is teaching in CWC this spring!):
January 7, 2025 at 1:47 AM
jack gilbert
January 5, 2025 at 2:37 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
December 3, 2024 at 2:40 AM
Blessed are those who stand still in their confusion. ~brigit pegeen kelly
December 1, 2024 at 8:10 PM
to love what you are
November 30, 2024 at 5:50 PM
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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
November 22, 2024 at 4:21 PM
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Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.

W. H. Auden
November 23, 2024 at 6:18 PM
November 24, 2024 at 6:39 PM