I have never dreamed, I never dream. I can’t reach across
a lake. I can’t hide behind a flower. I have been followed,
cat-called, pushed. I have been mistaken for my friend,
and my mother when she was young. I have a strange
feeling, I wonder if you’re near. I don’t believe that if
something comes later, it must be better. I rarely
fantasize about warmer places. Numbers bring me
comfort. I am not an object, substance, idea, or thought.
Do people walk to escape walking. Does intimacy follow
the illusion of intimacy. I have grown more cautious. I am
not striving for subtlety. I don’t believe doors are objects.
I don’t rely on mirror images. I will never look past all
these fields in my mind.
Poems & Texts
The Joykeeper of Everything
Ali Liebegott
Mercurial Edifice
Ariana Reines
Yaqut al-Hamawi on al-Muhassin ibn Kawjak
Translated by David Larsen
from I HAVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO SING
Alexis Almeida
from "Translating Poetry, Translating Blackness"
John Keene
(Archive)
"Sunday Evening"
Jerika Marchan
XXXO FM
Joshua Escobar aka DJ Ashtrae
Mammalian Egg
Elvia Wilk
from The Prospect
Marcella Durand
(Archive)
Kitchen Sink
Anne Tardos
from “Brazilian Is Not A Race”
Wendy Trevino
(Archive)