[HIS FEATURES UNFOLD IN FRONT OF ME.]
The five deer pause. Can’t I feign unfeeling
The five deer pause. Can’t I feign unfeeling
On the two-lane highway to Winchester, New Hampshire the snapper squares up
To stay up at night, to watch horror movies, to brew cups of tea
I found agates again in my dream.
“Naming grief might risk forsaking it, but naming can also be an invocation. I write about my mother and so here she is, brightening the pain I thought I put to bed.”—Kelly Rose Hoffer
“The predicament becomes living in “this present tense that refuses no one” while acknowledging that writing from life, however fast, is writing the past.”
“In terms of what I want when I ‘ask’ for shade to be thought of as a place . . . I’m not asking, maybe? Something more insistent is happening here, something more fraught, too. It’s an invitation into what comes above the line of awareness as my attention (or anyone’s) widens enough to see the way shade is always already propertied, racialized, and the site of false refuge as much as true. Rather than asking anything, I am saying what I see and letting it break my heart. And opening myself up to whatever happens from there, in my experience or someone else’s.”—MaKshya Tolbert
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