Things you can read online…
IV. “Eyes glisten for this one, alive. Make to see life. And then name them. Maybe in their likeness. Maybe in earnest. Maybe to capture the fold. Maybe as a reaching.” from “Lida meet lorry” by Asiya Wadud at Sublevel.
VI. “Oliver retreats, tries to see the whole thing from a distance, from above, from several different angles, tries to diagnose the core problem here, what’s working at him.” The way Brandon Taylor encapsulates the physical world and the complicated internal world is on full display in his rich and tense story “Frites” at Little Fiction.
VII. The vulnerability and honesty and questioning in this DiveDapper interview with Donika Kelly are refreshing (even as hard as it a little hard to read for recognizing one’s self in the pain mentioned) and challenging. Thank you to both Kaveh and Donika for providing us a listen to this conversation.
VIII. I’m late to this essay, but it deserves extended attention. Any essay that begins this way is meant for keeps: “The idea of baring your soul in an essay is a kind of fallacy. There are no degrees of honesty. There is only, as the court says, “The whole truth and nothing but.” Anything less than this hundred percent is a kind of lie. Do not bring connotation into this. I am only stating the obvious – that, in the words below, I am ascribing truth. But this truth? Well, it’s handpicked by me.” from Devin Kelly’s essay “12 Steps (Or: How to Be the Son of an Addict).”
Things you can read while holding them in your hands…
“See how your vision adjusts
in dark to take in what little light
there is. Love’s a scary game to play —
it has no shadow or color. It’s a liquid
you pour into a dark glass. Your mind
wants no part of it. I know this.”
“the moon unpeels itself with affectation. It’s exhausting, remaining
humble amidst the vicissitudes of fortune. It’s difficult to be
anything at all with the whole world right here for the having.”
“We are no longer enough for each other.
Our words, too, are becoming incomplete, we are afrai
one of us will finally voice the question.”
“& maybe it is too easy to blame
mortality on our capacity for love
the slow death that is putting
your breath in another’s body”
“Her eyes auburn as want,
tearing at a forgetful world lusting after its own need.”
*Painting “Falso Rockwell” by JULIO ALAN LEPEZ.