Naomi Jackson, Karim Dimechkie, and Kaitlyn Greenidge talk about their MFA years
Naomi Jackson, Karim Dimechkie, and Kaitlyn Greenidge talk about their MFA years
In video games, the fear of the sudden propels you forward. Not so in life.
The sun sieves through the canopy— / rivers are relenting. My soul seats itself // for the first time. Where it is quiet, it becomes cold. / There is nothing I must do but die— // what joy to let go of all things—what ease to give up.
To constellate; archipelago. // Portmanteau & neologize. // To fix a golden / foil across the mouth— // a burial mask / to keep the evil out. // To raise walled cities / stone & green with rain.
Naomi Jackson, Karim Dimechkie, and Kaitlyn Greenidge talk about their MFA years
The sun sieves through the canopy— / rivers are relenting. My soul seats itself // for the first time. Where it is quiet, it becomes cold. / There is nothing I must do but die— // what joy to let go of all things—what ease to give up.
In video games, the fear of the sudden propels you forward. Not so in life.
To constellate; archipelago. // Portmanteau & neologize. // To fix a golden / foil across the mouth— // a burial mask / to keep the evil out. // To raise walled cities / stone & green with rain.