My Earliest PersonJennifer Soong None of this matters. Its only supposed to save you from yourself. None of this matters, when I try to take it out of me into the world, which to find I can praise I go out to Lyrical drifts warped by syntax into blizzarding softness; odes to beauty, meaning, and inexperience splintered by history and grammar. An aqueous surface marbled with the lightest possible touch, lost footings arrested by changes near griplessness. Composed

fears of travel

What the owl thinks about me

Anne Boyer & Cassandra Gillig)

her writing roams the Indo-European language family

Bij Yu Kwang-chung draait het om grootse zaken: thema’s als het verleden

"—Jane Wong

between being scared and being scary

shimmering lines shaped by the beauty and phenomenal fullness of the natural environment

want aan onze schermpjes geplakt raken we wellicht wat kort van memorie

among other sources)

Her poems both court and cuckold subjectivity by unmasking its fundament of sex and hesitancy

Antonio Gamoneda