Sunday, August 18, 2019
‘Children are playing soldier. / Fetuses ripped from wombs dangle / in nearby trees. Yet he opened his mouth / and a flood of love melodies poured out.’
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.
