From the annals of The Threepenny Review

Such luminous language, interspersed with passages of prose that normalize problematic portrayals of indigenous people and people of colour. Oh, César Aira, why?! #TheHare

Anne Carson

As simple as that.

I. Adore. This Poem.

I live in the time of Ocean Vuong.

Reading the poetry of Adam Wolfond, a non-speaking autistic poet, is the best way to humble oneself into a reckoning. Here's a sample.

'Those Winter Sundays', written by Robert Hayden, read by Gregory Orr, listened to by my soul.

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