An interview with Susan Leary by Lili Gourley

who rake the floor with want clawing wood with blunt nails asking for rest in bold italicised underlined, cursing subsequent void vomiting false diagnoses in each day, a new house of panic a prayer…

Two poems by Johnny Cordova: "This mountain has gotten inside me. / I hear it rumbling through my hollow bones. / It rises in me like a dark sun..."

A ballet mistress says relevé always as command: lift onto the toe using only the heel. You enter the stage as Lilac Fairy & fairies make critical things happen, though underneath your tulle brushing ...

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Iris Murdoch—you know I love her—said that a bad review was about as interesting as whether it is raining in Patagonia. I tend to think about rejections this way.

Christ was laid out in a glass coffin, like Snow White. I visited and re-visited him. He looked so much like my father on his deathbed.