In Heart First Into This Ruin: The Complete American Sonnets, Wanda Coleman writes: reaching down…
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Lynn Xu’s second book of poetry, And Those Ashen Heaps That Cantilevered Vase of Moonlight,…
Lynn Melnick’s poetry does not remedy our suffering, but it does make us feel less…
What does it mean to freely offer your trauma to the world? To belong so…
Language is a funny thing, an abstract collection of arbitrary signs. Physical embodiments of communication—diaries,…