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Tillie Olsen, from her short story collection "Tell Me A Riddle," published in 1960
Shirley Jackson, The haunting of hill house
Dispatch, Cameron Awkward-Rich
Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis
Zoรฏa Mossour for Excess Only (2020)
Happy 21st Birthday, Zoรฏa Mossour (10/02/2001)
Louise Glรผck, from โThe Seven Agesโ,ย Poems 1962 - 2012
โi laughed today. / for a second i was unhaunted. i was the sun, not light / from some dead star.โ
โ Danez Smith, fromย โit began right here,โ Donโt Call Us Dead
i love you, it looks like rain, june gehringer
โโYou think you know death, but you donโt. Not until youโve seen it, โtil youโve really seen it. It gets under your skin and lives inside you. Thereโs nothing you can do. Nothing.โโ
โ - Cook. Rise, part two.
โShe herself is a haunted house. [โฆ] She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-manโs land between life and death, sleeping and wakingโฆโ
โ Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; โThe Lady of the House of Loveโ
โsheโฆ longs to run herself aground in a sad secret death. Is it a god inside you, girl?โ
โ Euripides, from Hippolytos, Grief Lessons: Four Plays tr. Anne Carson
i am dismissed & can breathe again. sometimes i see a scarf as a snake, writhing down from the scalp, twisted round the neck, tight. i / remember the first time i did that, waiting for my own venom to take me down. to spit through this body, to make me holy again, i was / perseus, new-aged & the first to be slain / this time. i was a child turned to stone from the inside. i taste / the blood & out comes the coral / of the red sea, hissing through the gullet.
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