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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 Historical documents offer us more than what’s rendered.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.
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I’m a Freak
It took me too long to take my own suffering seriously. I understood myself to be privileged and felt I had no reason to complain. I was part of a largely white suburban nuclear family (my father is Jewish, of…
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National Poetry Month: Two Poems
The okra, right now, all heart, is putting on its flowers underneath her voice, which, I swear, makes the trees stop growing for however many seconds she decides to talk about how the phone lines used to be connected, and…
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A Conversation between R.F. Kuang and Tochi Onyebuchi
“I’m a very mercenary reader. Everything is homework to me.”
