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...moreWhat makes a body violable? This jaw, a piece of evidence. This body, the remains of a life.
...moreIs he there? Does he hear? Does he understand?
...moreMichael Prior discusses his new collection of poetry, BURNING PROVENCE.
...moreThe moment presented itself at dusk the following day.
...moreI’ll always wish for one last dim sum, one more time to hear the words “I love you, too.”
...moreI nearly got disowned over my decision not to pass on the family name.
...moreComfort and memory and grief commingled in the dish.
...moreThe day after Hugh Hefner died, I received a text from my sister that our grandfather was starring alongside James Franco and Maggie Gyllenhaal in HBO’s new series, The Deuce.
...moreMy uncle and I had shared many silences together and, in those silences, I felt as if we knew each other.
...moreHave you ever seen a feathery shadow at the edge of your eye? Was it a figure? Did it cross into your vision, like a hummingbird there and gone?
...moreBirth, death. We live in the middle. “What’s it like?” Lee asks. “Is it a door, and goodbye on either side?” Just like the stars, one day we all collapse, our mass and light and energy exploding into nothingness.
...moreEvery time I leap there is a chance I will fall, and every time I fall there is a chance I will finally crack my head open like a Faberge egg and luminous black spiders will crawl out to mark the outline of my body with blinking stars and black thread.
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