November 21, 2016
Jennifer Luna Posada November, 2016 White, like the face of the high-up moon, the new blank page presses against your heart. You mistake it first for just another pressure you can’t respond to, can’t handle. You close in on yourself further and the shell that keeps you going. You find that in its furthest corners […]
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August 22, 2016
Tuesday, August 9th, 2016 From down here, at the bottom of a magical well, I can still see the stars. From down here, where I have almost become earth, where my elements are almost indistinguishable now from the breathing soil, I am so surrendered to the wet and the dark that I can’t remember why […]
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