"LOSING TOUCH
The ceiling fan hums circles around the room. Cold
coffee slick on the rim of a cracked mug. All the love you
bombed. Planes bomb. Me too. Ash. Circle craters,
earth becomes moon." - Nix Carlson
Two Poems, by Nix Carlson
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"Welcome to the woolen nest of my heart… It turns out we are not alone… some higher life forms have returned." —Janae Mancheski https://t.co/tv7GRGoVae
"Syntax is a smart rendering of Paul’s enthusiasm for the arts that forces bookshop veterans not to grin in condescension but feel the reignition of a youthful fire that seems to fade and disappear altogether by middle age." —Parker Wilson https://t.co/B7GfteAQGt
"I first met Lord Maddox in front
of a tobacconists in North London,
our pipes glowing in the disappearing light." —Colin James https://t.co/i0N0p1oRWX
"I think I’ll head back inside and recommence chewing that giant hickory-smoked beef marrow bone I’ve been working on all afternoon." —Eli S. Evans https://t.co/trTna1Xin9
"I don't think the fire changed my approach to revising TIG, but every experience imprints itself on you in subtle, indirect, secret ways." —Kyle E. Miller https://t.co/hyrhmDsZwU
"little blue waves
crashing into each other
silently as their sound
was borrowed by the conch
up against my ear fish" —Thomas Friedle https://t.co/PY0WIkGpcF
"I think we have to consider this real possibility: that feelings as experienced in dreams, feelings of joy, forgiveness, or hatred, have a greater purity as compared those same feelings experienced in waking life." —David Capps https://t.co/nnqgkt7roh
"I pull my head from the original table I started at the previous evening and admire the puke-splatter painting on my Stüssy. No music. No people. No friends. Bright-ass lights." —Yes, @Sangriabeard https://t.co/zY2IhPzD0C