sometimes when I’m not paying attention, I am brought to a moment, passed when my legs ran against beach sand racing towards waves, relentless a memory just barely out of grasp of being young and being free from obligation, rising rent prices career leaps and bounds I’m getting farther and farther from the shoreline I’m… Continue reading Michelle Nguyen
Somewhere between ‘I love you’ and ‘but’ is mankind, a giant loneliness strolling through an even greater loneliness. — Negar Emrani, from “Somewhere Between the World and the Mirror,” (trans. Kaveh Akbar) “Three Poems,” Asymptote Journal
I am the ghost of an infamous suicide,My own blue razor rusting in my throat. — Sylvia Plath, from “Electra On Azalea Plath,” Hudson Review: Autumn 1960
The Vale of Soul-Making 