Desert Fire #249, by Richard Misrach, 1985

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from Bluets by Maggie Nelson

Beautiful plain weave under magnification

— Jorie Graham, “Tennesse June”; from The Dream of the Unified Field: Selected Poems, 1974–1994

lullaby at 102º by Traci Brimhall

Anaïs Nin

Source imagery: Planet

— James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (Chapter 5)

(Photographer: Slim Aarons)

— Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G. H.

It is February. Ice is general. One notices different degrees of ice. Its colors -- blue white brown greyblack silver -- vary. Some ice has core bits of gravel or shadow inside. Some is smooth as a flank, you cannot stand on it. Standing on it the wind goes thin, to shreds. All we wished for, shreds. The little ones cannot stand on it. Not one letter, not one stroke of a letter, can stand. Blindingly -- what came through the world there -- burns. It is February. Ice is general. One notices different degrees of ice.

Natalie Díaz, from “Grief Work”, Postcolonial Love Poem

Jorge González Velázquez (Mexican, 1966), Luz, 2015. Acrylic on paper, 36 x 47.5 cm.