maybe this is a kind of stealing, too—
Samar Abulhassan on Anna Maria Hong’s Age of Glass
Cassandra Cleghorn on Stephen Collis’s Almost Islands
a hollow, a cavity: a hiding place
“Concrete gestures toward beauty, fragile investments in progress. Literal seeds sown.”
Alex Madison on Here: Poems for the Planet
This is what we lose when we think / about losing.
life / remains / in the shape / of prayer
We used to be taught to carry our numbers.
Because I am here, I am complicit.
He floats towards the song. We all do.