Nora Treatbaby
this or that beauty. how is one to distinguish?


I, opening.                                                              tree unfolding tree.


recall prayer, how our legacy is of tying it to a post in the desert
and abandoning it.

                                                    O flag
                                                    so stupid
                                                    a gash in the
                                                    sky falling
                                                    forever



leaves,                light,
nothing's separate
the world is its atmosphere, also


a small gap of scorched earth between two types of living

what is between life what
is between time what moves?
    clouds move by breezes you cannot feel
from the book OUR AIR / Nightboat Books
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A color photograph of Isabel Zapata composited with the cover of her latest collection
"8 Questions for Isabel Zapata"

"Western civilization is founded on the belief that human beings are at the top of the scale naturae, or scale of nature: a continuous hierarchy of all living things, arranged in order of 'perfection.' We have been taught that other creatures are made for us, and so our relationship with them has always been a utilitarian one. Building empathy with a creature that one considers a utility is very hard, so the first step, I think, is to question our place in the world in relation to them."

via WORLD LITERATURE TODAY
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Cover image in black and white of Evelyn Reilly's book, Having Broken, Are
What Sparks Poetry:
Evelyn Reilly on "Having Broken, Are"


"I live in New York City and also down a dirt road in the country, and that dual existence is part of the 'reality' of both the title poem and the poem sequences that make up most of this book. I put 'reality' in quotation marks because all poems, I believe, are attempts to channel what Sun RA (who is also an interlocutor in this book) calls the 'impossible possible,' which is both a reality and not. Seeking possible words for impossible possibilities I take as one of poetry’s tasks."
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