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  ‘It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed, is you.’ Eric Roth, ​The Curious Case of Benjamin Button   1. West Street, Ilminster 2. Horton Filling Station, Horton 3. Station Road, Ilminster 4. The Five Dials Pub, Horton 5. […]

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      “Compensation” shows itself as a consistent, gendered thread in my life story. Compensating for my other family member’s disappointments to make my mom smile. Compensating for the body I knew I wouldn’t stretch into. Compensating for disadvantage as a way of life. The skill saved me from the stigma of having an […]

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    A story in parts   A list of things I thought of and had to restrain myself from doing before my grandmother’s funeral Pack shorts and sneakers and a hoodie and my my BLACKLIVESMATTER bracelet and a book into a survival pack because she said ​It’s 2017, come as you are​ and I […]

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    What does genre mean to you and how does it build/unbuild your work?         Lauren Russell is the author of What’s Hanging on the Hush (Ahsahta, 2017). She was the 2014-2015 Jay C. and Ruth Halls Poetry Fellow at the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing, the 2016 VIDA Fellow to […]

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occasional elements and bodies they make   Sunlight, consequence of sun, wakes me. Sweeps slow, roams my skin, my down of hair, the dawn, rising. Spring mornings, graceful, breaking. Waking, consequence of sleep—sleep of waking. Today i may do many things, some intentionally, softly, with care, others habitual, thoughtless. The era asks

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    Pluto   If we were starfish (who can regenerate limbs), what would trauma be? A limb lost. And still we would be two of us, would become many from the breaking off of one. Here’s the central disc: have you known yourself to split in                 […]

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      What does genre mean to you and how does it build/unbuild your work?   If genre is anything like law, circumscribed and reinforced by social belief in their sanctity, then I believe we have an obligation to make it useful to us while also knowing how to strategically transgress it. People like […]

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I wanted to belong — but I didn’t want to dress like everyone else. Down Eastern Avenue, I passed television repair shops thick with dust; pawnshops, biker bars; a Taco Bell. In 1990s southeast Los Angeles, this is what people wore: teased bangs; discount jeans; T-shirts with kittens and phrases in puffy letters: “Someone in […]

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When Elizabeth asked me to take over editing for Jaded Ibis’ essay blog, Scarlet, I was thrilled not only to be able to participate in a press that I believe is publishing vital work, but also because it allowed for me to think about what kind of world I’d like to build within the framework […]

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I want to write about tierra, which means soil or earth to my people, maybe dirt, or land, which, in turn, means something very precise and precious. By writing, I tell the world I am a brown man. Where I am from. What I am. Not boxes to mark some form, but blood knowledge, what […]

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