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Truth or Play

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It’s sometimes true that poets who write with more abstraction, or at least with a greater theoretical bent, get charged with solipsism, with being…

God Is The Apple

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How is it possible to write the end of the world? But even this question already reveals an anthropocentric bias. The world, after all,...

Two Poems

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Table, 2 After Milosz An empty table, an empty tavern, that image haunts her departure. Everything else is cheap silverware, finger-marked wine stems. Like…

Panthalassa

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The light that hummed in the amniotic sea The algae that latticed itself into Tokyo-sized mats in the shallows The moment the world became...