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Nicelle Davis: The TNB Self-Interview
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Dear O, I’ve been told drink makes truth froth from a soul’s center. When we first met you slurred your words—said I had eyes bright as birds—how you wanted to hold flight. I thought you were making a...
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The better I get at barking, the more difficult it is to realize pitch from product. It’s not that I can’t recognize what a thing is, it’s simply easier to walk down dark alleys when their walls are...
View ArticleReborn Inside-Out, My Life is Explained to Me by My Six-Year-Old Son
Reborn for exposure, my body’s been redesigned for uncensored feeling: a sneeze or hiccup comes as a sheet of ice or a bed on fire. Eyes inverted, the optic nerves reach like roots beyond me. I under-...
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Nicelle Davis: The TNB Self-Interview
Who are you? I don’t know. I’ve been reading Martin Buber trying to figure it out. I’ve also been trying to spend more time with real people instead of hiding out with imaginary creatures. I have a...
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I. Alive in Naked Earth Holding shovel is a boy—not boy so much as a body growing. How his skin—patch of ground—is like a bed. What can’t be sown in youth? Clean well mouth—spring of throat. New. My...
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Nicelle Davis: The TNB Self-Interview
Photo credited to Michael Everett Crawford What is the best advice your mother ever gave you? No one will ever remember how clean I kept my toilets; use your time for something else. What is the...
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