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Online and in print @clereviewbooks , a meditation on Aurora Mattia’s latest beautiful curlicues, identity obscurity and liberatory aesthetics, lovingly purple in places. Wrote it when I was obsessed with cracking the case/shell of post-identity politics but well I still am, so talk to me if you have thoughts about Cesaire and Glissant and self overabundance as both surveillance evasion and mystical connection to the Other and what mother-of-pearl should smell like. Ft cameo from Lote @princessa_mangione_iii_ which is so also on that beautiful grift tip and deserves more readers. Thank you thank you to the clear-eyed CRB editors
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4 months ago
come with us to a very muddy loving big-eared place fri dec 5 @fungusbooks / doors 6 / action 6:30 / love āˆž flyer by young miss pvss @brudnakorova
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5 months ago
it is my first chapbook but of course it’s not really Mine, it’s @90percent.silk ā€˜s glorious illustrations, i don’t think i’ve quite known a loveflavor like this, getting spiritualized by his re-seeing me. it’s @juneillusion ā€˜s upstairs neighbors, it’s Matches telling me about how she’s a dybbuk, it’s my job and your job crocheting with our guts every day, it’s the sexiest reliquary i’ve ever seen, its the Zohar, it’s all the ghosts i’m in love with, it’s my grandma, it’s someone else’s eyelashes gently stroking your eyeball, it’s the particles doing their spooky desire at a distance, it’s all the freaks, it’s all of the liberation to come. it’s @chloe.watlington ā€˜s editing, it’s @almostperfectpress , it’s @blush_lit first publishing ā€œScroll,ā€ it’s @yougot2burn2shine titling it perfectly. and most of all it’s yours ꩜ Edit: available nowhere, first run sold out, second coming feb-ish x
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6 months ago
kinehora double over, triple over if you think about amulet as a continuous action you can choose, to always be reacting/vibrating with the evil eye, loving words just because they exist and love you back x, botched Aramaic becoming holy and what if all non-native language was seen like that— three new kingless things on @blush_lit which I recorded the audio for while sick so it’s v anti-ASMR lol sorry but grateful as always for space to wind around this š“ƒ¦
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7 months ago
Ty @uglyducklingpresse for publishing two everyday domestic scenes from my real life in the latest issue of Second Factory, I think I can only write storypoems or poemstories these days bc of how the truth gets truest when it’s past the point of self-consciously pretending to be itself or any one single thing. The second poem here is @finethanksforasking and the third is @cat_klum whose ā€œKatesā€ series in this issue I’ve been rereading and crying to since I saw the proofs in May and you can too and also discover what else I’ve been cooking up in my house if you get a copy of this beautiful thing in november š“ƒ­
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7 months ago
༺✮༻ Four score and two @ps.pgh.hi ago I had the deep pleasure of collaborating with @lexiedobell . They made beautiful ube polvoron, biko, puto, bibingka and a calamansi sorbet, and I made a scent based on a memory of their childhood, along with a poem spray card letterpressed by @sophiamariepappas , to be spritzed and read with the sorbet, doubling and expanding .. .. .. ༺✮༻ What came out in the scent was something about sharpness of pith vs. softness of dirt, love for someone else’s senses, remembered root pleasure against the truth of always-different memory versions. It moves down from the calamansi peel, to the fruit drooping onto the soil, then bark of the tree where it settles. It was precious to be entrusted with someone else’s bodymind like this to then be transferred into so many new ones—zoop— ༺✮༻ Notes of calamansi, elemi, mitti attar, beeswax, nagarmotha, petitgrain ༺✮༻ loop : Versions and substitutions: a memory of a childhood already distant for being childhood and then again for being an ocean away and again thru the portal of the tree. When does the last waft become its own memory? What does a body access? Rewrite? Retune? Return? Soil-dense fingernails as much a part of the fruit as its flesh. No holding a version in our noses mouths ears for long . . . ༺✮༻
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6 years ago
The brackish water where the things we call Spanish and English mix
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