Still Shall I talk of the starlight that shines beyond extinction, travelling the dark to reach us? Or will I tell you the truthhow the heat in her small body,so briefly borrowed from my womb, gently vanishedbefore the midwife took her from the room. How I cupped...
Climate Grief It is March still in the small of my backand my eyes are reeling—too many trees flash by like wounded corpses,too many roads for flooding,too many miles and I have to slow the car down.When the fires finally come, will those trees still be standing? The...
At the Huntington Gardens Something monstrous turns my way but is blanketed by the prettiest lilac down all gushed in purple-white. —“Mourn You Better,” Muriel Leung Lotus (nelumbo nucifera): once cherished in [ ]; the flower that rises...
Maura, last night you asked me if Flirting With Misandry was a good title. I said you should fill a lake with misandry and swim around in it— that’d be better, why flirt when you can fuck it— and you laughed in lithe indigos. Like titles were genders in the making,...
After An Suk-seon and Eleana J. Kim 생전사후 이 원통을 알어 줄이가 뉘 있드란 말이냐 춘향가 중 “쑥대머리” I once read a book about landmines. It described a man whose name I don’t remember scavenging along the DMZ. I don’t remember how, but the metal in the landmines made him a life in his...
Facetiming (First lockdown, 2020) how soon is it hanging up the phone & instantly sigh almost dial back & yearn for that voice materialised—your stubbled chin— knowing it’s crimson dark at the Bosphorus & still mid-afternoon outside my window ...
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