Monday, August 19, 2019
The campus was haunted and we all knew it. That summer we flinched around every corner, put our hands out in front of us when we turned off the lights.
‘When you climb the stairway, / don’t shield your eyes / from the pixels, 30 hertz heat— / don’t shield your awe / from the ghosts of pretty prey’
Jessica Hagedorn writes about the city of her birth, where “either nothing surprises you, or everything does.”
A new folio interrogating authoritarian attempts to control formations of self, family, school, and nation. Deadline October 7
her story—a bone-white line across her throat. / Given enough time, she says, are all stories / not ghost stories?
How can I explain the embrace of a ghost? Arms open and extended, not even arms. The whole body extended and open. But the embrace, arrested, is unconsummated.We would like to collect information during your visit to help us better understand site use. This data is anonymized, and will not be used for marketing purposes. Read More on our Privacy Policy page. You can withdraw permission at any time or update your privacy settings here. Please choose below to continue.
