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Hi.

I'm Sarah, a Seattle- based writer, artist, yogi, dog-lover and outspoken feminist. I like books, wine, and gray days. Hope you'll stay and hang out for a while!

In your pocket

I love the idea of keeping a poem in your pocket, carrying it around with you, close to your heart. Or maybe you keep it in the glove box of your car, or your desk drawer at the office. Maybe you have it memorized and you whisper it to yourself late at night when you can't fall asleep, when you're missing someone. I can't pick a favorite poem, so I'll just share one of my many favorites. What poem do you have in your pocket?

I love the idea of keeping a poem in your pocket, carrying it around with you, close to your heart. Or maybe you keep it in the glove box of your car, or your desk drawer at the office. Maybe you have it memorized and you whisper it to yourself late at night when you can't fall asleep, when you're missing someone. I can't pick a favorite poem, so I'll just share one of my many favorites.

What poem do you have in your pocket?

Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed,
under my necktie and just above my heart, 
a certain pang of grief just between the ribs,
you were gone that quickly.

I needed the light of your energy, 
I looked around, devouring hope,
I watched the void without you that is like a house,
nothing left but tragic windows.

Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens
to the fall of the ancient leafless rain,
to feathers, to whatever the night imprisoned;
so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.

- Pablo Neruda, sonnet LXV

Ultraviolence

Road tripping