Colorado State University Center for Literary Publishing


After We All Died

Mar, 22 2018 | no responses

There’s no way around it, but there is a way. And that way is to know our own holes, to know ourselves as driven through and perishable, ourselves as riddled by otherness, by otherness we are bound to love.

Spleen Elegy

Mar, 02 2018 | no responses

Perhaps like all memories, particularly traumatic ones, the relationships between the lyric speaker and observable world in Spleen Elegy are all pixelated phenomena, shifting in and out of focus, hardness.

A Turkish Dictionary

Mar, 01 2018 | no responses

Wessels continuously tries to overcome the problem of representation by projecting his images onto an intricate, arabesque structure where it becomes almost impossible to trace the end or the beginning of distinct phenomena.

Seaside Ghazal

Feb, 26 2018 | no responses

we shouted out of car windows / uttered our incomplete goodbyes // see you later, Shifting Inlet / or whatever good friends say // who haven’t known each other long—

Prayer for Appetite

Feb, 26 2018 | no responses

What whispers suckle, tugs / spines upright, name god. // Acolytes—mice sniffing / a wet breeze, blouse milk- // soaked at an infant’s cry, / universe ever expanding.

Oh cosmic through line,
teach the weaker sex your

bruising grip.

Beyond Love

Feb, 26 2018 | no responses

If the saints are to be believed, if this body is a dress / we slip into, out of, if each day and night is the mantle / we tie around our shoulders, fabric thin as the time it takes

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