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Scrap Bones
註釋Collier Brown's Scrap Bones reads like a post-pandemic epilogue to T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land." No angels or flying horses here, just panic disorders, email fatigue, and the spiritual dead end of a 23-and-Me test kit. And yet, resilient are the muses in this collection--the bees, the starlings, the dragonflies--skimming over the wastes.



The Sabine Series in Literature



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from "Orion, Break"

they're sleeping in their homes,

they're waking from their beds,

they're at their desks

and on a call. They're unimpressed.

That's not your fault.

Nor your concern. I'm tired

of images, of lines and dots and codes.

When I step into the dark,

I only want the novas

and the nowheres in between,

and if I'm very lucky--

if I've beaten all the odds--

just one, naïve fluoresce

of the insect who

is its own hello/goodbye.