Essays
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Wash
I hate the word clean. It’s antiseptic, scrubbed raw; it makes me think of sin and guilt and a God I don’t believe in.
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What Russian Grammar Taught Me about Death
I wanted to feel in control of something, but I didn’t know how to say that.
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On Ghosting
To ghost, to refuse, to satisfy yourself with yourself, felt impossibly newfangled, like something I’d like to try.
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Reading Whitman While White
It is only by holding Whitman accountable for all of his language that we can also love other parts of his language and poetics.
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The Last Poem I Loved: “In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden” by Matthea Harvey
I read poetry for enjoyment now, to feel seen, and to see the world differently.
