There’s actually no such thing as an adult. That word is a placeholder. We never grow up. We’re not supposed to. We’re born and that’s it. We get bigger. We live through great storms. We get soaked to the bone. We realize we’re waterproof. We strive for calm. We discover what makes us feel good. We do those things over and over.Micah Ling, “Bon Iver: Holocene,” published in Hobart (via bostonpoetryslam) Boston Poetry Slam
Flying in formation, Shaun Kardinal
see: Adam Novy’s The Avian Gospels.
(Source: shaunkardinal)Shaun Kardinal In-Progress
tiny ghost hands
I don’t know why it took me so long to read Sasha Fletcher’s poems but dang I’ve got some catching up to do.
People who read People!
My smushy-mouth is floating in it under the book pick of the week!
Damn, remember when Courtney was “just” a Buffalo Prize Winner in Hobart 14?!?Courtney Maum
When the mortar exploded in the sky and the bottle rockets whizzed all around us, I stared and watched, smiling. We’d all dressed up in our tuxes for the wedding the next day, because we had them and because it seemed funny and official and how many times in our lives did we get to wear tuxes together? The whole thing looked and felt like the best celebration I could have imagined.
—“Fire in the Sky” (from BACKSWING)
i made this last year but don’t think i ever uploaded it. gonna try to make some more this weekend
just a little reminder that I’m doing most of my tumbling (reblogging buffalo & antlers & wagoneers & the like, and also almost endlessly and obnoxiously about my book (available now!)) over at my personal tumblr, w/ this one mostly (but hopefully not too boringly?) devoted to Hobart-centric reblogs & stuff.