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Author Archives: lara
Nights
I carry a lifetime’s worth of nights in my throat.
Love Song for My Devil
My worship of you ends in dismay
I want to kiss the moon
sometimes / the way I used to want a smoke
The Emperor’s New Bird
“ I love the notion of performed spontaneity, in that it gets at the fact that what seems natural, or improvisational, is still a product of decision making, and still leads to a consciously made thing—a mechanical nightingale rather than the real bird that happens to fly in the window.” Diane Seuss interview with Jesse Nathan …