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Explore the Seventh Wave
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ReadWhere the body don’t break, still blacks & blues
"The body is a lush field of shame plants. Touch the body and it folds. Touch the body and it turns its back." -
ReadArtificially Unintelligible // Ad Nauseam
"A story that you cannot leave is a prison." -
ReadWAITING & WAKING
"The good memories turn. Admit you loved me, the woman mutters over her mother’s grave." -
ReadNEW AGAIN: A FUGUE OF CRUSHES
"Novelty is a particularly dense manifestation of relying on the Other to become simultaneously the grounding of and the escape from the Self." -
ReadUPDATED LOYALTY OATH
"I commit to never speaking of this Loyalty Oath and its existence to anyone." -
ReadInside “On Repetition”
"The pieces collected here offer not answers, but forms of attention." -
Read“On Liminality” Featured Artist
If I haven’t been home in three years, does home still exist? -
ReadMarvin Cries About Dying Earth
"I was a veritable saint. Not that I was opposed to doing any of those things, I just didn’t happen to do them, I didn’t know how to be more of a sinner." -
ReadPassing: A Softball Tale
"By eighth grade, I was numb. Baba’s growing-up stories described a country that only existed in the minds of those who had left." -
ReadKoh-e-Zaat
"Even at its inception, friendship demands sincerity. Sadeeq derives from sidq, truth, so the bond begins not in affection, but in honesty." -
Read10.12.24 & other poems
"When I think of Pauline screaming my heart slips and I remember being clumsy with your dead body, knowingknowing you were still there zooming around the room scared but listening" -
Readi am not trying to be a man how & other poems
"jules was not / trying / to be a man / either. us lit blue / on the hotel / bed by a dim bulb." -
ReadDiamond in the back, sunroof top, diggin’ the scene with a gangsta lean wooh-ooh-ooh
"At some point I became keenly aware / of my unhinged potential to be immersed / in the nothingness that follows, / you know what I mean?" -
ReadIn My Grandmother’s Words, and Mine
"My grandmother died three years before I was born, when my mother was pregnant with my older brother. I cannot tell you what that time was like, because no one speaks of it." -
ReadSafe Passage
"Our mother’s hands made us out of / buried bone, dreams burnt like wings / birding flightless girls."