Carlos Sirah
@thehighalive.bsky.social
Writer. Author of The High Alive (The 3rd Thing). Co-editor, Cane: A New Critical Edition. Mississippi.
"The enemy is powerful, but they're few. We are many," he explained to a circle of younger kids. "We must engage in protracted warfare." Then he looked at me. "You seen my cigarettes?" "You're nine." "The revolution ages a man." —from Sons of Otis
June 24, 2025 at 1:31 AM
"The enemy is powerful, but they're few. We are many," he explained to a circle of younger kids. "We must engage in protracted warfare." Then he looked at me. "You seen my cigarettes?" "You're nine." "The revolution ages a man." —from Sons of Otis
And the alluvial dark here remembers everything - 1919, 2020, tomorrow's funeral, your grandmother's hands.
Who else knows that some thresholds choose you?
The longest day.
Who else knows that some thresholds choose you?
The longest day.
June 24, 2025 at 1:18 AM
And the alluvial dark here remembers everything - 1919, 2020, tomorrow's funeral, your grandmother's hands.
Who else knows that some thresholds choose you?
The longest day.
Who else knows that some thresholds choose you?
The longest day.
Two projects drawn from dream journals—Sons of Otis (fiction) and Chromatones (prose poems).
Both explore: What if Mississippi has consciousness? What if memory is material?
Started these manuscripts in isolation. Finishing them in the clearest grief I've ever known.
Both explore: What if Mississippi has consciousness? What if memory is material?
Started these manuscripts in isolation. Finishing them in the clearest grief I've ever known.
June 24, 2025 at 1:17 AM
Two projects drawn from dream journals—Sons of Otis (fiction) and Chromatones (prose poems).
Both explore: What if Mississippi has consciousness? What if memory is material?
Started these manuscripts in isolation. Finishing them in the clearest grief I've ever known.
Both explore: What if Mississippi has consciousness? What if memory is material?
Started these manuscripts in isolation. Finishing them in the clearest grief I've ever known.
Both explore: What if Mississippi has consciousness? What if memory is material?
Started these manuscripts in isolation. Finishing them in the clearest grief I've ever known.
The alluvial dark here remembers everything - 1919, 2020, tomorrow's funeral, your grandmother's hands.
Started these manuscripts in isolation. Finishing them in the clearest grief I've ever known.
The alluvial dark here remembers everything - 1919, 2020, tomorrow's funeral, your grandmother's hands.
June 24, 2025 at 1:14 AM
Both explore: What if Mississippi has consciousness? What if memory is material?
Started these manuscripts in isolation. Finishing them in the clearest grief I've ever known.
The alluvial dark here remembers everything - 1919, 2020, tomorrow's funeral, your grandmother's hands.
Started these manuscripts in isolation. Finishing them in the clearest grief I've ever known.
The alluvial dark here remembers everything - 1919, 2020, tomorrow's funeral, your grandmother's hands.
Both ask: What if Mississippi has consciousness? What if memory is material? Started these in isolation. Finishing them in the clearest grief I've ever known.
June 24, 2025 at 1:06 AM
Both ask: What if Mississippi has consciousness? What if memory is material? Started these in isolation. Finishing them in the clearest grief I've ever known.