Rachael Wenona Guy



Meniscus

We who live in the fissures between smooth monoliths of acceptability find no easy peace. Doesn’t grass sway predominately in one direction? Don’t murmurations thread across the sky twisting and pulling into skeins of consensus? If society were a vessel …

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Porous Walls, or, Why don’t you join me?: Poems from the Future of Health

In Poetry and the Fate of the Senses, Susan Stewart writes that the use of caesura or enjambment ‘bring[s] pulse and breath to the poem itself’, at the same time opening ‘the text to the excentric positions of unintelligibility and death’.

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My Raucous, Singing Ear

On the Train I’m sitting on a blue seat, two red ones in front of me and a sign above them illustrating what priority seating looks like. Outside the window of the metro train, the day speeds past the planted …

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