Andrew Sutherland



Poem for Sōng

I have been inconsistent. My year is stuck 3 emails behind & I am ‘professionalizing’ (don’t know don’t care). In 2022 my therapist told me she hated Everything Everywhere All At Once & I thought, ‘so what’s the point of …

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Letter to Luoyang Chen

Time is passing, just a little, and I am still becoming something other than I set out to be. Piecemeal translations of SHINee lyrics – you heard this in your mother’s car, you said; a child. We are not each …

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Metaphor

I ask Wan Ching how she is. Are you lonely? At home on whatever-floor. She replies, I have had mysterious droppings on my floor for some time. Her brother-in-law sends pictures to a biologist friend. Apparently, the droppings of a …

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suburban portrait

absence feels nothing like cement but waiting does – it holds you down waiting bricks you in to waiting as though it were time spent a partnership, donated unease is bought like lottery tickets our spoils remain: trick of the …

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