#literature aesthetic
—James Schuyler, from Hymn To Life
Marlanda Dekine-Sapient Soul, from Perhaps I Am a Fugitve of Empathy
—Marissa Davis, from Notes Left for the Ohio River to Read After It Tells Me It Has Forgotten Its Source
—Marissa Davis, from Wild Grasses
—Marissa Davis, from Notes Left for the Ohio River to Read After It Tells Me It Has Forgotten Its Source
—Roxane Beth Johnson, from Blues For Almsot Forgotten Music
—Iris, by TheGoo Goo Dolls
—Abecedarian After Border Speeches, by Nilufar KarimiandEliseo Oritz
—Salvador Plascencia, from The People Of Paper
—Louisa May Alcott, from Little Women
—Slide, by The Goo Goo Dolls
—Slide, by The Goo Goo Dolls
—Katie Willingham, from Internal Reasons and the Obscurity of Blame
—Jack Gilbert, from The Great Fires
—W. S. Merwin, from Separation
I dress your name as if a wound, with the delicacy of someone who knows how much it can hurt to move. I whisper it with caution, as if there is no more room in my throat except for that of air. Ocean Vuong said freedom is nothing but the distance between a hunter and its prey, and with each broken step I’m learning that love does nothing but eat, and tear at these threads
—J. D Mcclatchy, from Late Night Ode