“Black hyacinth grew in her garden. She handled hard-ons. She begged no pardons.” From Would-Land by Jill Alexander Essbaum (JillAlexanderEssbaum) Cooper Dillon Books

Eugene Thacker, "Nine Disputations on Theology and Horror", Collapse: Philosophical Research and Development, Vol. IV

W.S. Merwin

Valzhyna Mort is the cause of little punctures in my soul.

“You will love again the stranger who was your self.”  — Derek Walcott . . . This poem appeared in Collected Poems 1948-1984 by Derek Walcott, published by Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1986. Shared here with profound gratitude.

Carl Phillips 💙 “I’m not a thing I know.”

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Mary Carey

Matthew Rohrer 💙

A friend sent this to me from the Chicago No Kings protest. Thank you to the patriot that made that sign.