The Living

Photographer Unknown

“It may be true that marjoram sprinkled onto the earth helps the dead sleep in peace, but it does nothing at all for the living. The living can pick wild garlic and place pots of clover on their windowsills and still not be able to rest. They can cut down a larch and huddle around it on a cold winter night as it burns and smokes for hours, down at the Point, where the fire ignites the black sky, yet continue to be afraid of the dark.”
- Second Nature, Alice Hoffman

That Feeling

JOCKEY’S WIFE: No, I’m not doing too good. I hurt, and I’m not sure where I hurt. Do you know that feeling?
DA VINCI: Yeah. Yeah, I know that feeling.
- Da Vinci’s Inquest, S03E10

Why Won't You Wash Out Of Me?

Audrey Hutchinson

All of This

“This was what he had to get away from. All of this. Mothers chiseling money from weans, cold rooms, waiting for knockbacks. He wanted toast and warm and pink and hair on pillows. He wanted family members who cried when one of them was taken away. Kindness.”
- Still Midnight, Denise Mina

The Night The Moon Cracked Open

Photographer Unknown

A voice came from within
And the moon looked at the astonaut and said,
Please stay with me
Please stay
And the astronaut looked back at the moon and said,
I'd love to stay. But I'm sorry to report
That when I'm with you, I cannot breathe.
- Derrick Brown

Slow Psychotic Break

ANDY: Well, this is all good. Meanwhile, a reconnaissance drone killed my battle buddy and I’m going to die, I know too much. I was hoping for a shower, maybe a little nap, but you obviously are having a slow psychotic breakdown, so I’ll just ask—do you have any money?
NANCY: No I don’t. [laughs] Uh, I have a backseat full of blood. I have two license plates that I have to remove. I have an assistant’s job that a monkey could do. I have a death wish. You’re welcome to any one of those sparkly gems, but as far as money goes, Bill, everything that comes in, goes out.
ANDY: I’m gonna go now. I like this new you.
- Weeds

Be A River With Me

Helen van Meene

Be the storm
The front porch, the bend in the path
The heat in the South, the heat in the boot
Be a boot full of banjo strings
A fistful of written songs
A mouthful of chocolate dust

- Anis Mojgani

Trouble

Jonathan Mannion

“Lately I’ve had trouble with this sort of thing (indecisiveness—along with drinking too much and fucking around and crossing the street and driving cars and thinking about pulling children from the paths of trains and Chinese deliverymen).”
- Hollowpoint, Rob Reuland

Resonances

Photographer Unknown

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Just a stray memory,” he said. “There are a lot of very bizarre resonances kicking around inside my head.”
- Wire In The Blood, Val McDermid

She Was Only In It For the Rain

"Out of the Rain" - Glitterdarkstar

In This Light I Can See Through Your Body

Lou Chapman

And I like it.