Epithalamia
Butane, propane
and lungful of diesel.
I did not stand a chance.
Always with poison
breath, bill, responsibility:
a man with rote hands.
Everything in exchange,
rain in a frozen season.
Our roof, roofs strung
with hot wire. Our love,
what was, an impression
of light, gaunt: there is
nothing to get.
—Joan Kane
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Solo volumes are 𝘽𝘼𝘿 𝙕𝙊𝙊 (Fathom, 2018) and 𝙍𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙨 (Cherry Grove, 2013). Founding editor at Fathom Books and SHARKPACK imprints; degrees from Columbia University and Boston College. Publishing credits in 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮, 𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙈, 3𝘼𝙈, 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙌𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮, 𝘼𝙂𝙉𝙄, 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙩, and 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝘼𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; editing and reader credits in poetry, non-fiction, and fiction at 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚/𝙂𝙖𝙨 𝙌𝙩𝙧𝙡𝙮, and 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬, respectively. Writing fellowships from The Poetry Foundation, MacDowell Colony, Vermont Studio Center, and Massachusetts Cultural Council.
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