Garrett Young
Magdalene!

Broken Stairway in the Key of Fibonacci.

 

Joel Salcido, 2018.

The Maze of Post-Late Capitalism.​

Joel Salcido, 2018.

Susan Ngueyn 

 

Unending Green

 

 

I am learning how to hold grief in my mouth. Something alive until it isn’t.

 

Like a field is a field until it isn’t, until it is just the color green.

 

Listen when I tell you how a field folds into a clover when I am on my hands,

 

how the memory of what I am looking for is not as important as the space it claims.

 

I don’t mean that grief can be unalive.

 

Or that I keep it loaded in that place between lower lip and teeth.

 

I mean I never walked the land where my father harvested seeds.

 

In his field, he waited for green to bend into gold.

 

It would start in the center: one spark spreading until every blade shivered with light.

 

He remembers. I imagine.

 

Both feel like grief.

 

I was born here, sinking into mud, and I mean to return.

 

On my hands, I am digging.

“An American Burial ii”: What is Buried is Not What Remains​.

Susan Nguyen, 2018.

“Euphoria Ringed with Uncertainty”: (Another Word for Possibility, Danger).​

Susan Nguyen, 2018.

“Where I Am Offering My Body / Where My Body is An Offering”: Happy to Be Here.

Susan Nguyen, 2018.