in the beginning there was a word firing light: And if I say ‘A rose is red in the dark too’, you virtually see this red, a non-story running on loop in the dark, the start in that heart I call camera.
from the book The City / Carcanet Press

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Jeevika Verma on Reginald Dwayne Betts' <em>Felon</em>
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Lucien Darjeun Meadows
And fell, wrist-deep, into the body of a deer, Just a fawn, really, with no eyes. His mouth was open, His tongue black, swollen, vibrating with flies.
Pere Gimferrer (translated from the Spanish by Adrian Nathan West)
The sea has its mechanics as love has its symbols. With what racket the red curtain rises or in this proscenium above an empty stage a rumor of statues resounds, iris fronds, cutlasses, doves that descend and softly alight.
Reginald Dwayne Betts
someone wailed & the boy’s mother yells: This ain’t justice. You can’t throw my son into that fucking ocean. She meant jail. & we was powerless to stop it. & too damn tired to be beautiful.

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