X Æ A-Xii is off planet preparing a place for us, and what are we left to do but wait? Tracing a path across the United States, and abroad, the poems collected in Leaving Earth are meditations on the slippery, intangible notion of home. While mourning the loss of people and places, there emerges from these poems a gesture toward creating something beautiful in a world ticking to its end.
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+ "Our bones are made out of exploded stars. / We are only the shrapnel of brighter things..."
*Nominated for Best of the Net
+ "The last night I drove him home, I took a wrong turn..."
poetry
+ "In the early days, we touched as a form of resistance..."
+ "After sex we broke the blinds, trying to catch a glimpse..."
+ "It begins: something like a shooting star and then everything / changes..."
+ "in the beginning god created / & then i guess it was up to us / to destroy..."
+ "my partner's eye / tastes best / puffy & wet / after crying / over [redacted]'s death in Endgame..."
fiction
+ "Our only child has transformed into a starfish. They called it a compulsion, then a desire."
+ "Bobbi likes to be hit during sex, but only in certain places."
*Nominated for the Pushcart Prize
other
+ "Images and words bend around us, reshaping themselves, beat by beat, into familiar things made unfamiliar."
*A response to Amanda Horowitz's performance piece Bad Stars True West