Byline: Sabrina Kim

Mud

“There is no membrane between my body and the earth; it’s the kinship of mud on mud.”

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Ars Poetica with Everything Ending, so Everything Beginning

“Let’s try this again. I am one of many people in love. I am a human of being human. Skin like everyone else and lots of heart. Too much music might kill me. Too little too.”

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On Imperfect Apples, Mosquito Bites, and the Consciousness of Worms

“I like to believe our small acts make a difference, or maybe I just want to be a savior.”

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Prayers for My Homecoming

“Sometimes my body just wants me and I give her me. Then we are good to each other: the wave rushing toward the shore, crashing violently, then retreating back into herself.”

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Ars Poetica

“Brought back to the smooth oil, our skin so platonic in the bathroom light. / Enough secrecy for love, enough ugliness for comfort.”

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Winter in April: On Chen Chen, Defecation, and Asian Bodies

“Mostly, though, we all laughed together because so much more makes us similar than what makes us different—albeit critically different. And I would say, too, wonderfully different.”

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Almaden

“I was too young to care much about time—it was all just a vast substance that clung to me, moved me, invisible and inconsequential.”

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‘Different Tools for Enduring’: An interview with Tracy K. Smith

A Nass writer sits down with the United States Poet Laureate and Princeton Professor to discuss Blackness, the pandemic, and poetry.

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Saturday Afternoon

“We stood, then sat, like that for a while: just ourselves, so small. It made us feel so together and so apart, as if it were the first day we met.”

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Telescoping Rhythm

In the succeeding entries, we telescope “rhythm.” Sonically evocative and personally connotative, we examine the word in its multiplicity of meanings.

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Delaware

“Pine air, peace of mind. Quilts from your childhood with that sense of déjà vu, & then erasure”

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Lawn Story: On Grass and Other Marvels

“I was interested in regrowth—what better setting for that pursuit than the lawn, where lavender and hyacinth and rubrum extend their arms beyond their allotted plots?”

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