less hope less hope
apologies. i was part of the joy industrial complex, told them their bodies were miracles & they ate it, sold someday, made money off soon & now. i snuck an ode into the el…
Aug 9, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Danez Smith
Closure Closure
Is it the eight titanium pins around my knees or the fact that for three months the incisions were left open? I grew to know that plush of inside— the velvets, the iodine to preven…
Aug 9, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Sheila Black
Encounters With Adélia Prado Encounters With Adélia Prado
Five new translations of the Brazilian poet’s work by Ellen Doré Watson.
Jul 28, 2022 / Poems / Adélia Prado and Ellen Doré Watson
We Are All God’s Poems We Are All God’s Poems
We all want to be joined in holy metonymy. You are a part of me, we want God to say, that stands for the whole of me. Instead of immanent, just say man. Instead of wishbone, just…
Jul 12, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Amit Majmudar
The Light The Light
Isn’t it the work of those of us who work to make new tools with the tools we are given, hammering matter into matter more adapted to the hand than to the memory of a hand, less to…
Jun 28, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Timothy Donnelly
Nocturne Nocturne
When at a loss for words—during, perhaps, a time of want or desire, when one’s body is overwhelmed by light, as if by the effect of Ketamine or MDMA, when overwhelmed by the weigh…
Jun 28, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Kwame Opoku-Duku
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N In America, the land is a ghost of the land In America, the land is the land of the ghost In America, the land of the ghost in the land In America, the land is…
Jun 23, 2022 / Books & the Arts / Vanessa Angélica Villarreal