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Beloved, tonight we gloss our mouths in Aramaic, wet palates glossed with sugya…
Beloved, tonight we gloss our mouths in Aramaic, wet palates glossed with sugya…
The Archer moves with the methodical, recurring, and emotionally controlled intensity of mastered movement. In this debut novel, Shruti Swamy resists spectacle in favour of scrutiny—of the body, of memory, and of the hidden labour of becoming someone you were assured you couldn't be.…
Originally written for lesbrary.com Some silences are so profound that they become part of the landscape, not just heard but inhabited. Amma knows that terrain—how silence gets passed down not just through forgetting but through a caring that has been cornered. In this debut novel from Saraid de Silva, the unspoken doesn’t just haunt the margins of the characters’ lives; it forms their foundation. The narrative follows three women—Josephina, Sithara, and Annie—across time and place, not to est…
There are books that don't just enter the bloodstream—they become it. Not text but tide: a push and pull, dense with undertow. Postcolonial Love Poem is one of those. Natalie Diaz writes in a tongue heavy with sediment and blood, syllables formed by muscle and scraped from memory. The rhythms here are heartbeat, floodplain, oxygen, and drift. Water-strong and water-strange, these poems sweep readers into depths beyond the limits of language. I read with breath caught beneath my ribs, snagged in…
This is just a short little blog post to say hey, look, I have a website! More will surely come later.…
Author’s note: this is written about, and contains very minor spoilers about, Quill & Still by Aaron Sofaer ... A plaque might as well glint sly advice: “Relieve and believe,” implied by every fixture— ...…