The gospel of compost is isn’t a story of the permanent triumph of life over death, but of the eternal interconnectedness of life and death, of joy and defeat, of loss and fulfillment. And ultimately, it is a story of love. Love for the world right here, right now, in all its glorious messiness.
Read MoreFitting Into Gender Categories As A Non-Binary Person (From Nox)
Read MoreEveryone was a cancer patient and everyone was--like all those people who go to cancer hospitals, have the best care in the entire fucking world and don’t make it--going to die. This was an all-consuming thought. And really, what was the point of it all? Why had I bothered to go through all that, if it was just going to be a less intense version of that for the rest of my time alive?
Read Morea poem from Rex Butters
Read More“To write is to claim the audacity to speak and the courage to yield, to dare for a moment to care for ourselves in speech, in writing, and in solitude.”
Read Morea poem from Twm Gwynne
Read MoreThe crust peels back and all-women are looking into a burning pit of rage…
Read More“The homeless are seen as an entity, some dirty mass of otherness"
Read MoreI've discovered a thick bell inside of me
that elegiac poetry rings
a terribly deep booming
knell