left a warrior

 for Leslie Feinberg in the span of two mountains, in the space between trains, we move in quick, bite the hands that cut us, kick back our finger on the heart of the beet The sink’s short memory Washed The blues of it, red juices, stained steel, both two or more things true and the […]

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Notes on Camp

When I was in college, I had a really terrible magazine writing teacher. She was hired as a “working professional,” so while she might have been a successful writer for independently-run arts and culture quarterlies, her idea of teaching was busy work and aligning ourselves with her ways of thinking (“Harper’s Bazaar is the bane of […]

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