

I Spritzed Your Perfume and it was Salinated by Vriddhi Vinay
“In the red film born behind my eyelids and the floaters that follow my gaze
like the wrinkled heatwaves of your planet I looked around realized I saw no one
That night I wore the smell of you still home sea salt and something
else, and smelled the same thing when I began to cough for the rest of my life”


Book Review: Love is a Dangerous Word: Selected Poems by Essex Hemphill
"[Essex] Hemphill uses enjambment to position State surveillance in tension with the power tantalizing in queer and interracial touch, portraying the violence of the State as forced intimacy and occupation, speaking to our constrained realities as queer people in America. And his voice offers instruction: document, move, make art, claim it."
