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Alice Notley in The Paris Review (1970)

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Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy

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We Have Not Long To Love, Tennessee Williams

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Alice Notley   The Descent of Alette

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so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

RICHARD SIKEN, Little Beast from Crush (2008)

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Heaven by Hua Xi

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Crackerbell, Mary Ruefle

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"im staring into a hole, holes, a canvas, a cryptid and a rodent, a doll and an automaton. the fetus of an angel. a pubescent peeling pupa of prionic psychosis. a weed in the concrete, photosynthesis makes pangs for the soul."

Submitted my story, Trash Angel, to the Yuri Game Jam! it's about star-crossed love and a desperation to save the only angel you have left. I've never done anything public like this before, i hope y'all enjoy it <3

Check it out here!

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also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

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“Air Empathy” by Jeffrey McDaniel

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“The Sciences Sing a Lullabye” by Albert Goldbarth

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Nick Land, 89

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Dust

by Dorianne Laux

Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.