#kimberly alidio

[natbrut]

"How will you change? What is the weight of your relaxed state? How will you begin again?" Take a moment today to live in Kimberly Alidio's stirring poems, which kick off Yanyi's Queer / Trans / Asian Folio in our latest issue!

@kimberlyalidio

[yellowmanula]

Kimberly Alidio - jeden wiersz (tłum. Olga Rembielińska)

Olga Rembielinska published a post on Ko-fi

Kimberly Alidio jest autorką książek "why letter ellipses; : once teeth bones coral :"; "a cell of falls" oraz "after projects the resound". Wraz ze swoją partnerką, poetką Stacy Szymaszek, mieszka na rdzennych ziemiach plemion Munsee oraz Muhheaconneok/Mohican, znanych dziś jako Górna Dolina Rzeki Hudson w stanie Nowy Jork.

olga rembielińska

[judgingbooksbycovers]

Traceable Relation

By Kimberly Alidio.

[bibliomancyoracle]

The disorder of preserving is absolutely not the fracture

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from "Citizen" by KIMBERLY ALIDIO

[lazz]

in love with these poems from kimberlyalidio’s solitude being alien

reading the chapbook is like being enmeshed in a spiderweb

the poems seduce you into a game of hide & seek, darting between lucidity & vague hints

but the fog feels purposeful so you keep seeking

<3

[fuckyeahpinaylit]

the way is approximate, forced connections of copper ears and cannon eye

gold panning left hand was left and leapt, left on the ground, a severed ex-friend     

the ugly untended plows neat rows, soft-elbows a hunt, maker my making

a pickle touch darkening continents, blackened damp, wisdoms a fortune

[centerforartandthought]

You won't want to miss Kimberly Aldio's new blog post: "I’m (not) surprised: social media and the desire path"

"On the heartbreak of (not) being surprised about the Trayvon Martin verdict, social media, and the poetics of wondering/wandering. "

http://centerforartandthought.org/work/project/artist-in-residence

[bibliomancyoracle]

Ride the elevators where they work, 

See how the bus boy is treated,

Go into the basement of the post office and live 

That world for a time, visit their rooms, you see.

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from “I WAS A TWENTY-FOUR-YEAR-OLD SEPARATIST” by Kimberly Alidio