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For this issue, we want you to look at what and who is near you. Here, we are thinking about the word proximity. Its silences, opportunities, and actualities. What are we as humans surrounded by — do we choose to surround ourselves with — and how do we situate ourselves within language?
Nearly seven years after we first began, The Seventh Wave is beginning a new chapter for our community-built magazine.
Starting with Issue 16 in 2023, we now... Read More.
impression
through my eyelids yellow wall of sun was I in the drawing room from the book turning my head this way on instruction from
voice or lightthe flower... Read More.
these things now for my companions i shall sing beautifully
what would queer visions of the family network look like? what are queer visions of the longevit... Read More.
say: here here: hear still: hours bud until split stretches: a body out screams opening : a wound : an eye in: the throat : gazing : itself at its root
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The hands of the clock strangle my neck. Each hour, a rueful sigh.
I haven't done anything good today.
People enjoy your being, says my therapist, as much as ... Read More.
in the epoch of biodiversity dwindle is a vestigial ritual. We use our fists to carry the heaviest things. I can still feel thick smoke from the refineries in my throat. In this city of pollutant speckling the wide blue sky like rows of needlewater, acid rain falls slant.
I had thought I was alone. A familiar scent of bleach and black coffee hung suspended in the warm air of my childhood kitchen. I remember looking down at my fiv... Read More.
RUPTURE
Before we leave Virginia, the doctor calls us from his home. It’s a video call and though he is the head of the clinical trial at Mass General Hospital... Read More.
[...lakeside…] Against Passivity For the sake of this poem as a citable document, I’ll name just the one breath this time hurled solitary across a magnetic sample of sky [...Branta canadensis…]
Reading in Carceral Tense Vignettes of/with the Russian Dictionary of Imperial and Soviet Prison Slang
“It seemed that the incommensurable gap between the Sovie... Read More.
The first thing you need to know about Hot Spring Leisure City is that there are no hot springs.
It is January, and each hotel room has an unfinished bathtub th... Read More.
Confession: I don’t know my ancestors’ names. Also: my Mandarin is lousy. I have never been to our ancestral village. My grandparents were dead before I was a teenager, and I still haven’t set up a proper altar in our house with photographs and incense.
This is a Body and this body is this thing of terror—how in this world every woman is a survivor and every survivor is a knife hardened by sorrow and dread, how... Read More.
If my father is my arbiter, then it’s just as well; I am boundto follow him in my duty as his daughter. I am no woman, though, in his image I was made. What do... Read More.
