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curated by
Lapo Guzzini + Caitlyn Wild
featured artist
Jessalyn Ragus | jessalynragus.com
May the bird songs be piercing and odd, the odder the
better. May the water sounds be from rivers. Record
them. Pick a day, put microphones everywhere. So
everyone listens at the same time. Some of us will have
to wake up in the middle of the night. Others will need
to pull over. For the whole world to listen. To hear the
bird songs and the sounds of water. Travel the world.
Find the amazing ones. Find the wild sounds. Bring us
nature. So we can listen. This is what its time for.
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as it takes. For the water. For the song. For the prayer.
Till we cant tell if its a prayer or a song or if its water.
Theres a song and its a song version of river. Make a
rhythm. Well assemble. We are ready. Get us on the
inside. Find us on the heart.
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RRRRRRRRRR
RRR
FRACTURED GHAZAL
To forget that the sun has to set over the desert, backpe-
daling to
Meet the man who made my name mean Refugee. I
borrow time.
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UNTITLED
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she would come home on a cloud of silence
and thunderstorm all over the house.
Between the softness of her Dabur Aamla head rubs
and the crispy flair of her aalo pakoras
ma meri had become an expert in making pain flower
in me
sharp and sudden like without lifting a finger.
She knew how to optimize the trajectory
of a Hindi phrasejust so
to raise secret welts on the hide of my mind.
But being my mothers child meant
I was already schooled in subterranean warfare
I learned how to hold English against my chest as
armor
while setting up polysyllabic land mines for her to
trip on.
Somedays it was simpler
I hate youuuuu, I hate youuuu with all my heart
Id scream, because whispering main aapse nafrat karti
hoon wouldve been too final.
Even at 10 I knew
English couldnt contain the junoon of our Hindi
speaking hearts.
So I wont tell you I love you
because jaanemanthe knower of my heart
this language is made only for poems
about not telling you I love you in English,
in English.
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KKKKKK
KKKK K
KK K
H U IP IL
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KKKKKKKKKK
KKK
C O M M U NIT Y
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KKKKKK
KKKK K
KK K
I DID
NT HEAR NOBODY PRAY
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Inside the dark church, standing room only, children
play
on the floor, everyone holding palm leaves, I squeeze
by
glass cases holding La Virgen de Dolores and the Christ
child,
and the framed pictures of missing boys El Chapo,
los Federales?
dressed in white school shirts, faces wreathed in
roses,
hand-written prayers tacked up with bobby pins.
Senior, No se olvide a mi hijo!
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MM MMMMMMMMM
MM
MM
BR OTHER
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When you landed, you saw shed broken her legs.
You heard her scream for help.
Her voice sounded like all the women youve ever
learned to know and love in private.
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KKKKKKKKKK
KKK
IR HE
TWENETQ U I R E A H U G I N T TURY
Y -SE C O N D C E N
I require a hug
because Im oppressing you
and I know it.
I require a hug
because I lost my neuro link
to Mas comatose brain.
I require a hug
because my mind implant
I require a hug
because my dead brother
is divorced from all warmth.
I require a hug
because I am still human.
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BB BBBBBBBBBB
BB BB
B B
B O R DER AN GELS
For Walter, who leaves food and water for migrants in the
Calexico desert
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and the dead return South.
a jagged pebble
placed beneath the tongue
to stave off thirst,
a lovers skin the ochre of desert after rain,
faded blue rocking chair
beneath a blooming jacaranda.
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TEJON RANCH SONATA: 2032
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KKKKKK
KKKK K
KK K
COUNTERPOINTS
1.
2.
3.
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messages on cardboard
a vagina brought you here
and a vagina will vote you out!
A young girl stands with words
on her back: Snowflakes together
can start an avalanche.
4.
Back in my comfortable home, alone
again, I question the elementsrage,
ridicule, self-righteous use of children
used to make serious political arguments.
I go sit on my cushion, cross my legs.
Meditation was never meant for average
householders, proclaims a friend. We dont
know what to do with such openness.
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PPPPPPPPPP
PPP P
P O E M S A RE U SE L E SS
I.
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I surrounded it
with quenching salves
It worked.
Do you feel proud
of your sexuality my child?
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II.
he said Before,
I thought of them as wounds.
a jar of flowers,
squeezed the oil from their petals,
I slipped them in
& felt them melt
into the ridges
and valleys,
tracing coolness
up and into
thirsty skin.
Me gan de Mat t e o 27
III.
with cotton-candy
the morning you passed,
mesitting below the pink that pervaded
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teach you how sacred those parts were,
teach you what you were willing to give up,
teach you what you wanted to protect.
IV.
Me gan de Mat t e o 29
& slept with the TV on.
V.
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BBBBBBBBB
BBB B
T H E NAKED TR UT H
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three times, bought and sold two housesone in the
recessionand survived the death spiral of divorce.
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get you. Usually before the end of your nap.
You cant stop and you cant slow down. And you
have to fight.
Bronwyn Eme ry 33
habit is so much a part of me that I still do it every
other day, even if Im climbing back into pajamas to
work from home. Its been this way for 34 years.
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Self-conscious and exposed, I gave myself up to death
by zombie.
Bronwyn Eme ry 35
PPPPPPPPPP
PPP P
HATE SOCKS
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I shot numbers at womens backs and fronts as if sizing
them up was a brand of liberal prerequisite to be fuck
worthy for this boy this boy this boy and then that boyfriend
who got married and I holidayed in my old socks all over
his FB honeymoon pictures hitting like like like, while
finding faults of face and skin and shape and size in his wife.
Until I thought I was a few internet-feminism articles old
and of radical age to change the knowledge I was born into
the drawer creaked open the day a stepmother entered my house
I parade around the kitchen in my coziest home socks throwing
tantrums at how the way she arranges pots & pans is so counter
intuitive to my mothers, tell her we have no space for her
sewing machine, making her feel guilty for a hole in my life
she never created, like a new knowledge she was suddenly born into
like a black hole I keep making her fall into and clog the hole with
all of my socks until I am trying so hard for the drawer to stay shut
STAY SHUT STAY SHUT STAY SHUT because these hate socks
are making hand puppets of my insecurities. I am trying hard to
walk
bare feet over the rough ground that makes women hate women
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EEEEEEEEEE
L U X U N S W I V E S ,
O PEN-M OUTHE D
Zhu An
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Xu Guangping
Broad-shouldered
Cross-dressing
Defiance / radical /
I take up space.
Staid
Starched
Speaking out
But I am still
Swallowed
Into you.
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Lu Xun
Emi ly Luan 41
HHHHHH
H HHHH HH
HH H
WHEN YOURE POOR:
You pour the liquid from the squash you roasted into
the soup
and pour the excess soup broth into the rice you cook
You think that you are broken and that people will
always know you were once poor
A mark of shame written into the way you save
H e at he r Kornblu m 45
coupons or eat food past the expiration date
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FFFFFFFFFFF
LI VIN G R O O M
A savory smell,
wafting up from the kitchen,
used to tickle my nostrils,
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while sitting on the veranda.
Now our cooker rarely whistles
fast-food parcels really silence our kitchen.
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MMMMMMMMMM
MM
UNTITLED
The night shuffles
towards its end
boozed and unwilling
the glamour of it
kneels around you,
supplicant,
like me
drawn into your orbit
like a satellite.
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under the naked light
I watch
quivering in my corner
and fold into myself.
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JJJJJJJJJ
JJJJJ
TID AL P O W E R
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it is time.
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- june 5, 2017 -