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Ruth Ozeki • The Book of Form and Emptiness: A Novel
Cortney Cassidy • A soft manifesto
I never did find out what happened to him the night before the morning he went out and blew his trumpet instead of his bugle, blew and blew a song that grew out of him in extended notes that called for the rising of us not out of our beds but out of our bodies. I can’t explain it well, you never can with music. I can say the notes were long and bui
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James Joyce • Dubliners (Illustrated Edition)
Joy Sullivan @joysullivanpoet My Mother Asks How I'm Doing with Just Whisky and Cats None of us were built for this, after all. Loneliness enters the house and takes off her boots. The days lose light. I keep hoping for the postman- his everyday footsteps, a kind of friendliness. There is no name for this kind of breaking. It's November and my neighbor sets off fireworks. The moon is an aching white eye. Some nights, I sleep inside your old shirt. Even wolves need a soft body to curl toward in the dark. From Instructions For Traveling West The Dial Press, 2024. #poetryisnotaluxury
instagram.com“Before you go, can you think of anything else that could help us understand this thing?” I paused in the doorway, feeling my heart batting at my ribs to get out. “Yeah,” I said, my voice only marginally steady. “I can tell you who and what the Shrike really is.” “Oh?” “It’s my muse,” I said, and turned, and went back to my room to write.