An Editor's Note on the Computational Poetics Folio This folio is a showcase of contemporary computational poetics featuring the work of Allison Parrish, Katherine Yang, Lillian-Yvonne Bertram and Ginger Ko. Despite the recent AI goldrush and ensuing panics bringing...
In response to Peregrine Honig's suite of paintings, Player (Custody)Do you see how I balance, unafraid, umbilical? Beautiful in death, the ram’s-head moon. Negligeedin ocean blur, draped in layers of gauze.All my wounds scar over, stitched with a bow. This one redly...
i. When I say I am fat standing in your parlor,I stand tall in that parloras you close doors and shut blinds. You, blind, shut, closed, tell me fatness is not meant for lawns, porches, mountaintops, forget a fat lawn, a fat porch, a fat mountainfind your home in the...
At Moon Marble, the glassblower says glass has memory. He says, this is important to know: if you introduce air, or the temperature changes too quickly, and the marble cracks, you’re going to try to fix it. You’re going to think it was a successful repair. You lock...
I love museums. Perhaps because I’m nosy. I was the child who sat quietly with a book in her lap while the other kids went outside to play. I discovered that if I didn’t draw the attention of the grownups, I could mine their conversation for clues about the world. I...
I sat in the corner of Mariah’s roomAcross the cot,Covered in fresh dust,Flipped inside-out,Lint stuck to my mouth.The draft from the windowCooled the fabric of my skin,While muffled voicesEchoed through myFlimsy joints,Yearning to be heldIn her rough hands,Flying...