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Sunday Scaries: “The Lurking Kind”
“They were,” I said. “He was preparing them for when they grew up. He told them about this kind of monster that lurked in the shadows and was so dark that it couldn’t be seen with the naked eye. Its…
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National Poetry Month: Two Poems
Loyalty Oath Let evening winds carry a tsunami of scents to her sleep, and let him with a smile like a paperweight and a craggy face of bark find his way, let the back door of the flower truck passing…
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Trauma, Healing, Radiant Transformation: A Conversation with Karen Malpede
“I wished to take readers with me where we are all afraid to go, into deep love, and into dying. I don’t offer solutions. This is not a “how-to” book for dealing with whatever. The experiences I write about have…
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Constitutional Remedy
I won’t look right at him, but I will have noted that he’s wearing a sweater over another shirt, like always. That his hairline has receded even farther in the six or so years since I’ve seen him; the depth…
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Books That Made Me Gay: “Spoiled Milk” by Avery Curran
The text opens with a charming dramatis personae introducing us to six living schoolgirls and one schoolgirl newly deceased. The dead girl is Violet Kirsch. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Violet, this lithe and agile, dynamic girl, toppled…
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National Poetry Month: From Of Pearl (a manuscript-in-progress)
Author’s Note: I am currently in the early stages of writing a book-length poem, Of Pearl. The book will take the form of several monologues, which intersect visually on the page and, at times, interact. One of the central voices…
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On the Versatility, Physicality, and Morality of Verbs: A Conversation with Sarah L. Kaufman
“We can easily fall into more interiority—what a person’s thinking, how they’re feeling—but how revealing it can be to get them moving! Show us the character being a free spirit, or how they’re an introvert, how they’re observant, how they’re…
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The Blood of My Women
Now that I am older, I realize how much shame has dictated my own life, from as far back as I can remember, permeating through every action I have taken or been encouraged to take, every memory that has persisted…
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National Poetry Month: birdBlack
when the sky rained blood i stood at attention. i looked the horizon in its long goat eye. i said there was a time before the air.
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Redaction Driven by Revelation: A Conversation with Crystal Simone Smith
“As poets there’s the option to reach beyond our internal afflictions and we don’t need to go very far. Historical documents offer us more than what’s rendered. I think of them as a tool to disrupt domination.”
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The Radical Joy of Being (Out) On the Road
Queer joy is something this book gives appropriately vast space to.
