PredictionsListen now (22 sec) | Predictions We’re going to be friends for the rest of our lives, I said. You said yes. There were four days left, and you knew it. — Amy Isikoff Newell, from the unpublished collection Death By Asphyxiation
On Hospitality: A Reply To RumiListen now (3 min) | On Hospitality: A Reply To Rumi Welcome all the visitors, you say. Do not put bars on the windows or locks on the doors. Do not…
thing with feathersListen now | thing with feathers You would be the Fanta my brother bought...
the labor theory of valueListen now (3 min) | The Labor Theory of Value On the roof in a folding lounge chair underneath a leopard print blanket sent to me by a vendor, seeking…
BentListen now (32 sec) | Bent There is a tree bent backward in a meadow that I know. In the evening light the white trunk bending back glows. Bent back on…
burntListen now (2 min) | Burnt Now I know, I know. I know that I can sit with this burn. My mouth is blood, my teeth are flame. I will drink glass after…
High-functioningListen now (1 min) | High-functioning And now I have found myself a little delusional again Weeping, dosing myself with Seroquel like some racehorse…
Ghazal for MaxListen now (1 min) | Ghazal for Max As long as we both shall live, we said, in a single flat breath. But who can forget how he’s coming for us, that rat…
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