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Noticing is the Ultimate Act of Love: A Conversation with Aimee Nezhukumatathil
“Some might think poets go out “looking for metaphors,” like the world is a giant writer’s prop closet. I don’t start with metaphor. I start with observation, an image. I’m not asking, “wWhat does this bird stand for?” I’m asking,…
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Books That Made Me Gay: The Vanishers by Heidi Julavits
Or maybe not. We can never know how clearly we are being seen by another, nor how clearly we have seen them. Undoubtedly, we contaminate one another. Autumn dawns and there is a party, a party game.
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Three Poems
Lately, I’ve been angry with the world— it’s my new coping mechanism. Somewhere in my country, an oversized penis is being chiseled into the vagina of a six-year-old. I want it to break
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A Shopkeeper’s Sanctuary is the Page: A Conversation with Jeannine A. Cook
“The books are for who they’re for. I’m not trying to make you understand. I’m not an evangelist. I’m not trying to convert. I knew who Harriet’s was for. I knew who Ida’s was for. They’re for those who walk…
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Three Poems
Fish Crew We feed our neighbors’ fish when they’re away,goldfish living in small man-made ponds.Anna’s yard is a tangle of flowering shrubs,pink and white blooms, small waterfallthat foams into the tiny pool.We throw some pellets in and wait.The fish swim…
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There Is Only a God in Grief
I always talked about how much stronger it made me, how many skeletons in my closet I’m able to keep quiet. What I never talked about were the conversations I used to have with his god. Or is it God?…
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