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Olena Kalytiak Davis

And then the sky lit the morning. And then I went in to set my own house on fire. And then I lay down next to you: a body filling with feathers or with snow asking: and who are you that my love can light like this, like kerosene. — Olena Kalytiak Davis, from “Like… Continue reading Olena Kalytiak Davis

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Olena Kalytiak Davis

… This morning my love was briefly stuck in my throat as I remembered all the soil and sadness, remembered seeing you on certain streets and corners, remembered all the rubble and the clang. Remember how it is and isn’t fragile? How it speaks in ears and fingers takes days and hours and still it… Continue reading Olena Kalytiak Davis

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Olena Kalytiak Davis

I once heard a woman speak of her loneliness as if it were a small bird.  […] Perhaps longing is just the heart changing its colors. Olena Kalytiak Davis, from “Should One Prefer Purity To Intensity Of Soul?,” And Her Soul Out of Nothing. (University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)

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