Sunlight Comes on a Tuesday

Nina Tabatchnick

Description

What started off as a random collection of poems slowly turned into a narrative and exploration of the soul, of the human experience with emotion, and existentialism in the face of late stage capitalism. The author dives deep into the meat of what makes humans tick, what constitutes a full life, and the simple pleasures that make our time on this earth worthwhile.

Sujets

• Poetry
• Nina

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 06 mars 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669867807
• Langue: English

Extrait

Sunlight Comes on a Tuesday
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
NINA TABATCHNICK
 
Copyright © 2023 by Nina Tabatchnick.
 
Library of Congress Control Number:
2023903195
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-6779-1

Softcover
978-1-6698-6781-4

eBook
978-1-6698-6780-7
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
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Illustrations by Alexandra Lobo
 
 
 
 
 
Rev. date: 03/01/2023
 
 
 
 
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For anyone who keeps a pet void sleeping inside them. I hope we both find a way to keep it fed.
table of contents
The Maiden
hello
violet tiaras and women of lavender
i’ve always felt so big on the inside and small on the outside
valentines day
abyss in reverse
do you wear a mask?
empty/tongue tied
cliches will be the death of you
whoever said your twenties were the best times of your life was as dumb as a bunch of rocks
do or don’t
Millburn Public Library YA Fiction Novel Section
drowning
nutcracker
round and round on a ferris wheel
grand theft auto
static television and screaming radios
beowulf
love, mine or yours
The Mother
hooky
a geode is a rock but a rock is not a geode
scarecrow
from dust to dust
golden teeth, rigor mortis
the morality of consuming media
squeezing, distilling
cheshire grin
groaning, bending
asphyxiation
other half
i can be ugly if i want to
freedom or falling
(how did i not notice?)
The Crone
the dust coming through your bedroom window
heirloom tomatoes
4 am facetime
sit in silence with me
i wish to become what the deep has given me
forest, 林, יער
not suicidal, just a little sad
hera and the head cold
teddy bear threads
apple cider vinegar
snake skin
finding peace in a foreign language
seeing you smile
petrichor
lighten up, ladybug
she, you
The Maiden

hello
Do you ever wonder about your place on this earth?