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Loose Nails

@loosenails.bsky.social

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Think I’m probably just going to post some poetry and music that I love.

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 06/12/2024

I love this album

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 21/11/2024

It Was Always Time by Berke Can Özcan & Jonah Parzen-Johnson. One of my favorites from this year. wejazzrecords.bandcamp.com/album/it-was...

wejazzrecords.bandcamp.com

It Was Always Time, by Berke Can Özcan & Jonah Parzen-Johnson

7 track album

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 26/08/2024

Can a poem know things that the poet does not?

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 14/07/2024

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Violet_...

en.wikipedia.org

Violet Gibson - Wikipedia

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 17/04/2024

Yes.

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 29/02/2024

“are these your hands? would you like them back?” Yara Asmar and Majd Chidiac youtu.be/7gNPO8HLMdo?...

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are these your hands? would you like them back? (feat. majd chidiac)

Provided to YouTube by DistroKidare these your hands? would you like them back? (feat. majd chidiac) · yara asmar · majd chidiacsynth waltzes and accordion l...

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 29/02/2024

“Can it be a charm of hummingbirds, please. A congregation of plovers.”

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 28/02/2024

“The Condition” by Nadra Mabrouk

THE CONDITION
My Mother tells me that God says even if, even while, the world ends around you, earth tearing root by root, even while the horses stagger into holes, neighing into the darkness, filling their mouths to the throat,
when the horn sounds off, Israfil balancing his clouded weight on a rock, his lips cracking and gold, even while you hear the ghosts leaving the spines, their hair longer than ever, breaths coming out in timed instruments, even while the waters seethe open,
bodies rolling to the shore.
If there is a seed in your palm,
you must bend to the soil and plant it.

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 26/02/2024

If I Said by Sally Rosen Kindred

If I Said
to my mother
That you were once a doll
tucked in the arm of the crooked birch.
That we nested lilacs in our lashes
but in the morning we could not open our eyes.
(Woke but the lids were closed.
Woke, but the roof refused.)
That you could fasten your song to this cradle-milk sky, that you could lie down to be named here,
your bones ribbons, your bones a glass net.
And your sorrow the bird in it, beating.
And if I said you'd always loved me, that I
was your mother, and you had never been mine-my lonely wren, you would
believe, you would unclench your grief, let it slip from the silver tree. I say
songs are a mercy.
Our sleep delivers the leaves.
That you are not sick anymore, not sorry-and (feathers, soft blooms) you remember me.

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 21/02/2024

“Every symphony is a suicide postponed. True or false?” youtu.be/YzDlpXPF9Sk?...

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 21/12/2023

This is a beautiful album youtube.com/playlist?lis...

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 20/12/2023

The poet as Bodhisattva. Dear Reader by James Tate

Dear Reader
I am trying to pry open your casket
with this burning snowflake.

I'll give up my sleep for you.
This freezing sleet keeps coming down
and I can barely see.

If this trick works we can rub our hands
together, maybe

start a little fire
with our idenification papers.
I don't know but I keep working, working

half hating you,
half eaten by the moon.

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