we don’t fall

dreaming the way your lips touched my lips in a kiss,
praying for all our dreams as they built what we wish

basket of angry and mute kittens

silence speaks nothing — To be consumed by words until they come stumbling out, arranged and resonant, unwilling to bow to the closure of strict lips. What is that? Where is it– I’ve written copies, and rallies, and letters YET none of the words that reside in me have my heart, and I’m— Scared. SCARED…

What if the Devil doesn’t know he’s the Devil? – Cathrine Goldstein, The Letting

if i should drown;

if i should drown; quotes for the many days if helplessly in love: L’amour est la poésie des sens. -Balzac I will do as devils do. Fall. -H.S. Leoch I’m sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. -Richard Siken, Little Beast You happened to me. You were as deep down…

They want you to love the whole damn world but you won’t, you want it all narrowed down to one fleshy man in the bath, who knows what to do with his body, with his hands. Richard Siken Driving, not Washing

quotes for the day(s)

I’ve been collecting so many words lately. My lettering and calligraphy can’t quite keep up. But even without asking, I just want to point out that this: and remember: anything divided by their equal will always become one. al v esben was made by a news anchor writing under a pseudonym. Here comes (some of)…


I eat poetry for dinner. Third dinner, actually. “a politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man” #eecummings #poetry #poem #calligraphy #lettering #relevant A photo posted by Jari Monteagudo (@jarimonty) on Sep 24, 2015 at 9:01am PDT xxx


I have left? That bring joy? Worth living for? That bind and connect and survive? sometimes words are the only thing xxx You can get awesome high-resolution images from UNSPLASH and use them under Creative Commons Zero (no need for permission and no need for attribution). Isn’t that neat? Also, I’ve been using the mobile…


I carry around a journal with me everywhere, but jotting down thoughts on fragile paper just feels more fun. Probably taken two weeks ago. I think I left this on that KFC table; who knows where it is now? #poetry #words #latepost #kfc A photo posted by Jari Monteagudo (@jarimonty) on Sep 12, 2015 at…

Botticelli’s women are always beautiful.

I once knew a girl who had fair and glowing skin. She wasn’t like me; she looked nothing like me. Her delicate features sloped in blurred, unassuming lines. Welcoming. Peaceful. They commanded the eyes to follow. She had golden-brown hair, with the kind of curls you don’t expect to be smooth and soft to touch….