Apology it was just me in the way thick and obstinate, a dumb kicked animal. I’m sorry to say, had you been less anti-work and I less anti-school, perhaps we could have been good for one another. knowing … Continue reading “Three Poems”
returned as a body To measure the circulation within my brain G places a transducer to my face, to the flesh above my ear. I like the part before—G’s gloved hand applying a cool gel to my neck, my … Continue reading “Two Poems”
Gabrielle Daniels’s new book Something Else Again: Poetry and Prose, 1975-2019, was recently published by Materials / Materialien in London and Munich and by Dogpark Collective in the US. Daniels’s essays, stories, and poems have appeared in the print and … Continue reading “An Interview with Gabrielle Daniels”
River by Joni Mitchell Happy holidays angel, from Chicago. Oh how I wish I had a river, that I could skate to you on. Here’s hoping the snow, never leaks through those boots of yours, to touch your feet, … Continue reading “Two Poems”
Andrea Abi-Karam’s most recent book is Villainy, published by Nightboat Books last year. Jasbir K. Puar is a member of the Social Text Collective and the author, most recently, of The Right to Maim (Duke UP, 2017). Here the authors … Continue reading “Andrea Abi-Karam and Jasbir K. Puar: Correspondence 2021”
“I am sitting in a room different from the one you are in now. I am recording the sound of my speaking voice and I am going to play it back into the room again and again until the resonant … Continue reading “Generation Loss: A Feeling Called Heaven by Joey Yearous-Algozin”
Notes “I know too much has been made of origins” is Dionne Brand’s “Too much has been made of origins” in A Map to the Door of No Return: Notes to Belonging (Canada: Vintage Books, 2002). When writing “as … Continue reading “Sleeping with the Window Open”
we go on walks now along the shore of Lake Pontchartrain in March we pass each other little hand-drawn hearts held together by a paperclip My ribcage hurts from a fracture glass raining sideways creating artificial pathways to pathogenic selves … Continue reading “Quarantine Sonnet I, 2020”
I was going to, was going to, do it, that is, by which I mean, stay in bed, like I was supposed to, or at least, for the most part, so-called should have, as in, for my health, for the … Continue reading “from Active Reception“
Cow Lonely Are You? On the internet of wildflowers a white flower is not what I see blue furling dress petal a flower is part dress part animal part vegetable part face an internet a lighted shape of light on … Continue reading “Four Poems”
North Bay I can’t be near you today When I’m writing I need A universe of space. It’s real When I see among all The boys’ fluttering asses Peeling into the ocean’s White crashing surge. Three Of them are so … Continue reading “Four Poems”
When director Richard Williams set out to make Who Framed Roger Rabbit? in 1988, no one had really attempted anything like it before. Although, of course, people had. If you’re anything like me, for example, you remember the several extraneous … Continue reading “Eyelines”
Follow Me trauma’d palm trees listening with the crawl space rat’s path toward ashes sniffing the home depot stones & methane drains to contain our watery sex & shit from flooding vice against the vined wire bordering where our pending … Continue reading “Three Poems”
Anthropocene The end of the world is so basic. Oh hey there’s Eugene. Hey Eugene! Recently she’s obsessed with death, she says. One death she studies is in manuscript template: Crowbar belle lettrist in a suite of marjoram. I’m sorry … Continue reading “Three Poems”
Pindar carving horses out of instituted soap “Storm-swift” horses clocking rhomboid contour into the afterworld— song’s demi-glaze encasing moneyed sky, custard blush. Heracles made pillars being tubes that siphoned cash all the way into the … Continue reading “Nemean 1 the Starrrrrrs are out”
