Dear Honeyblooded, won’t you tune for me /
an ambered fate, a dance atop beauty
BACK OF THE ENVELOPE
BACK OF THE ENVELOPE
Dear Honeyblooded, won’t you tune for me /
an ambered fate, a dance atop beauty
MICRO
—her footsteps / on cool white tile, walking down / the hallway.
POETRY
whatever i lack, there’s an offal for that
FICTION
For the rest of the day, they worked side by side in silence with a renewed love that passed between them that needed no reassurance of its existence...
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Spending time in the archives and, like most people I know, receiving numerous mutual aid requests, I’m struck by how both senninbari and fundraisers remind us of human-made tragedies and policy failures, as well as the commitment individuals and communities can make to each other, despite.
Is it possible to write in English by remaining acutely aware of and consciously borrowing from Indigenous and vernacular aesthetics?
When you have kept a secret most of your life you learn to escape into different realms of possibilities.