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Beginning from our collective tendency to leap out of this very moment, the poems of us clumsy godsreach for knowing-both attainable and untouchable. In Ash Good's memory/dream of where "we'd be good to each other," clear-edged vessels gravitate into a cosmos of ghosts, danger, trauma, pleasure. The voice grows out of grounded landscape to straddle the both/and nature of space/time while the body senses "skin between dimensions" capable of bridging past/future lineage and altering tired patterns in ode to what's vast, connected, messy, holy and right here.
Beginning from our collective tendency to leap out of this very moment, the poems of us clumsy godsreach for knowing-both attainable and untouchable. In Ash Good's memory/dream of where "we'd be good to each other," clear-edged vessels gravitate into a cosmos of ghosts, danger, trauma, pleasure. The voice grows out of grounded landscape to straddle the both/and nature of space/time while the body senses "skin between dimensions" capable of bridging past/future lineage and altering tired patterns in ode to what's vast, connected, messy, holy and right here.
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