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		<title>My Father&#8217;s Map</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jan Glazewski]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2020 07:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/jan-glazewski-map-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="My Father&#039;s Map - Jan Glazewski" decoding="async" fetchpriority="high" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/jan-glazewski-map-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/jan-glazewski-map-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/jan-glazewski-map.jpg 750w" sizes="(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>After repeated requests, my father, in his later years, handed me a hand-drawn map of a place in eastern Europe on the river Dnestr, which meanders to the Black Sea. The map came with a page and a half of instructions headed Route to Toporowno, typed on his old Olivetti typewriter, where the s’s always came out faded. The instructions...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/personal-essay/my-fathers-map"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>On Waiting</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Yasmine Shamma]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2020 07:01:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/Zaatari_Refugee_Camp_Jo-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan" decoding="async" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/Zaatari_Refugee_Camp_Jo-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/Zaatari_Refugee_Camp_Jo-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/Zaatari_Refugee_Camp_Jo.jpg 750w" sizes="(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Standing at the stove, I am stirring the bright white of milk, waiting for it to set. The kids are asleep, and though I have other things to do, tonight I have chosen the anti-rebellion of cooking low and slow. Stock-piled milk in the fridge threatens to go bad, and because it’s almost summer, I’ve been remembering the way my...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/personal-essay/on-waiting"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Seeing Las Meninas in Madrid, 1994</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sara Schaff]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2020 07:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Las-Meninas-750-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Las Meninas (detail) by Diego Vasquez" decoding="async" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Las-Meninas-750-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Las-Meninas-750-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Las-Meninas-750.jpg 750w" sizes="(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>I keep a postcard of Velázquez&#8217;s Las Meninas above my desk at work, and I can&#8217;t look at it without thinking of the summer I spent in Spain with R, the last summer we were friends. That summer I was an ugly American tourist. I did not wear inappropriate clothes or go around demanding things in English. But I was...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/personal-essay/las-meninas-in-madrid-1994"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Visual poems from 23 Bodhisattvas by Chris Stephenson</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris Stephenson]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2020 07:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-BODHISATTVA_EXQUISITE_J-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="(detail) BODHISATTVA EXQUISITE JELLY ENGINES - CHRIS STEPHENSON" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-BODHISATTVA_EXQUISITE_J-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-BODHISATTVA_EXQUISITE_J-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-BODHISATTVA_EXQUISITE_J.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>
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		<title>Historical Punctum:  Reading Natasha Trethewey’s Bellocq’s Ophelia and Native Guard Through the Lens of Roland Barthes&#8217;s Camera Lucida</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Tom Holmes]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2020 06:55:47 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[On Literature]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/trethewey-barthes-750-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Native Guard and Bellocq&#039;s Opheli by Natasha Trethewey" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/trethewey-barthes-750-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/trethewey-barthes-750-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/trethewey-barthes-750.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Not much has been written about Natasha Trethewey’s Bellocq’s Ophelia or Native Guard, and what has been written is mostly about the racial content of the poems. Quite a bit, however, has been written about Roland Barthes’s Camera Lucida and his use of studium and punctum in relation to photography, but not much has been written about how punctum can...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/literature/histonatasha-trethewey-bellocqs-ophelia-native-guard"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Panic In The Rear-View Mirror: Exploring The Work of Richard Siken and Ann Gale</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Rhienna Renee Guedry]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2020 06:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/guedry-siken-gale-600x336.png" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/guedry-siken-gale-600x336.png 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/guedry-siken-gale-300x168.png 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/guedry-siken-gale.png 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>What we are attracted to can sometimes intimidate or unsettle us. In the case of art and writing, the work we find powerful demands our attention, sometimes even a second encounter. Poets may shock us with difficult evocations, or flood us with surprising thoughts and emotions. Poet Richard Siken and artist Ann Gale both provide the opportunity for discomfort and...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/literature/richard-siken-ann-gale"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>“Art has side effects,” I said.</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Bobbi Lurie]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2020 06:54:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/bobbi-lurie-art-750-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Art has side effects, I said - Bobbi Lurie - Marcel Duchamp" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/bobbi-lurie-art-750-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/bobbi-lurie-art-750-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/bobbi-lurie-art-750.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>“Art has side effects,” I said. quitting art finally at death I woke up at the end of a dark hall … a man was staring at me intensely … I felt a shock run through me … it was a guy from the street … I remembered him chasing me … I remembered the crash … I looked down...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/literature/art-has-side-effects-bobbi-lurie"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>The Clearing by Allison Adair, reviewed by Dasha Bulatova</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Dasha Bulatova]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2020 06:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/the-clearing-600x336.png" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="The Clearing by Allison Adair" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/the-clearing-600x336.png 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/the-clearing-300x168.png 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/the-clearing.png 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>The Clearing by Allison Adair &#8211; Winner of the Max Ritvo Poetry Prize / Milkweed Editions / 978-1-57131-514-4 / 88 pages / June 9, 2020 I&#160;first&#160;cracked open Alison Adair’s The Clearing at the end of May, just as the national consciousness, already distressed by the ongoing pandemic, plunged deeper into the thicket of police and racial violence. Admittedly, reading was...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/reviews/the-clearing-allison-adair"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Funny Weather by Olivia Laing, reviewed by Callum McAllister</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Callum McAllister]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2020 06:27:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/funny-weather-olivia-laing--600x336.png" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Funny Weather by Olivia Laing" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/funny-weather-olivia-laing--600x336.png 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/funny-weather-olivia-laing--300x168.png 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/funny-weather-olivia-laing-.png 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Funny Weather by Olivia Laing / Picador / 368 pages / 2020 It feels as though we are living in an alternate timeline. Sometime in 2016, we entered a parallel version of history and have not since reemerged. Olivia Laing’s latest book, Funny Weather: Art in An Emergency, collects essays, articles, reviews and interviews which span this crucial period—although some...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/reviews/funny-weather-olivia-laing"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>The Soul in Paraphrase, the Heart in Pilgrimage: Amounting to Nothing by Paul Quenon, reviewed by Gregory Stephenson</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gregory Stephenson]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2020 19:22:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/amounting-to-nothing-poems-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Amounting to Nothing: Poems by Paul Quenon" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/amounting-to-nothing-poems-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/amounting-to-nothing-poems-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/amounting-to-nothing-poems.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Amounting to Nothing by Paul Quenon, OSCO / Paraclete Press / 978-1-64060-201-4 / 93 pages / 2019 The coincidence of a vocation as monk and a vocation as poet — though far from commonplace — is one that occurs often enough so as not to be entirely unfamiliar to many readers of poetry. There are, for example, the celebrated monk-poets...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/reviews/amounting-to-nothing-paul-quenon"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Two poems by Emily Vizzo</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Emily Vizzo]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2020 07:02:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/IMG_20190517_121106647-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="riversound (detail) / credit: de" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/IMG_20190517_121106647-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/IMG_20190517_121106647-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/IMG_20190517_121106647.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Toward Openness Bound in red fir, the fragrant breath of a Central Valley As they say breadbasket, an open data, Bound in headwaters, the Mokelumne, the San Joaquin. The bottomlands. Eggs from the fairy shrimp deep in the mud waiting for rain. Above a raptor. Below three remnants of a songbird, a Flower Pot map, A Toolbox quadrant, a tundra...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/poems/emily-vizzo"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>essays in the face of uncertainties</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[rob mclennan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2020 07:01:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/in-the-window-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="in the window / image by de from photo by milada vigerova" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/in-the-window-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/in-the-window-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/in-the-window.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Canadian poet Lisa Pasold posts a photo of her neighbour’s cactus plants, suddenly in bloom with the hashtag #poetrykeepsmesane, along with a quote from something of mine. While I appreciate the gesture, I would think the flowering cactus provides more salve in her example than I ever could. In lock-down, I ruminate upon my own bookshelves, moving back and forth...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/personal-essay/essays-uncertainties"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Convergence</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Etan Nechin]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2020 07:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/the-trail-skagit-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="the skagit trail / credit: em" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/the-trail-skagit-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/the-trail-skagit-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/the-trail-skagit.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>I grew up in a small village in the countryside. The village did not have street names; in fact, streets were rare: most of the village roads were dirt with patches of tar and gravel, there were no sidewalks, and the houses were not lined on the streets but were obscured behind the towering pine and oak trees. The main...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/personal-essay/convergence"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Finding Freedom in the Female Voice: Threed: This Road Not Damascus by Tamara J. Madison, reviewed by Jessica Gigot</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jessica Gigot]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2020 06:59:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/threed-tamara-madison-revie-600x336.png" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Review of Threed by Tamara Madison poems" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/threed-tamara-madison-revie-600x336.png 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/threed-tamara-madison-revie-300x168.png 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/threed-tamara-madison-revie.png 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Threed: This Road Not Damascus by Tamara J. Madison / Trio House Press / 2019 In&#160;Threed:&#160;This Road Not Damascus, Tamara Madison’s first full-length collection of poetry, this poet and performer dances between mythical and tactile worlds. Through intimate conversations with ancestors, the Bible, and her own self as a poet and mother, she is not subtle in her message. In...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/reviews/threed-poems-tamara-j-madison"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Knitting as Queer Metaphor: A Shawl Pattern by Lola Arellano-Fryer</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lola Arellano-Fryer]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2020 06:08:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/rainbow-yarn-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="rainbow yarn / photo by inger maaike" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/rainbow-yarn-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/rainbow-yarn-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/rainbow-yarn.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>SIZE: One size, made to drape over the shoulders of any body. MATERIALS: First, find a brightly colored yarn, as close to an actual rainbow as you can find. Then, find a contrasting yarn that’s as fluffy as a cloud. I recommend a color from your favorite pride flag, but it can be whatever color you desire. GAUGE: Is not...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/pride-2020/knitting-as-queer-metaphor"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Two poems by Jason B. Crawford</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jason B. Crawford]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2020 06:07:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/meric-dagli-3KJpF86nR4c-uns-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="photo credit: Meriç Dağlı" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/meric-dagli-3KJpF86nR4c-uns-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/meric-dagli-3KJpF86nR4c-uns-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/meric-dagli-3KJpF86nR4c-uns.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Beasts Everything that lives and moves about will be food for you Just as I gave you the green plants, I now give you everything ~ Genesis 9 Verse 3 What was here once a body made entirely of straw mouth, eyes, nails painted in red A doll given life until ripped by the dog Guts of hay and blood...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/pride-2020/two-poems-by-jason-b-crawford"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Two poems by Jennifer Cie</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jennifer Cie]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2020 06:06:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/3-paul-blenkhorn-sensoryart-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="credit: em/p. blenkhorn" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/3-paul-blenkhorn-sensoryart-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/3-paul-blenkhorn-sensoryart-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/3-paul-blenkhorn-sensoryart.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>slip tuned to miss damita jo jackson remember 1.&#160;&#160;&#160;Green men with shaved faces. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;1.1. Brown clocks with flashy birds &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;1.2. Silver plane wings from before &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;1.2.1.&#160;&#160;&#160;They came from blue men in the floating box &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;1.3. Ss-tu-tt like in the city but not like we’re home 2.&#160;&#160;&#160;New, big rooms, one—once had a white paper sign &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;2.1. We couldn’t read, yet, so...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/pride-2020/poems-jennifer-cie"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Two poems by Robin Gow</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Robin Gow]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2020 06:04:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/behind-the-glass-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="behind the glass / credit: em" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/behind-the-glass-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/behind-the-glass-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/behind-the-glass.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Ballet With No Dancers Each girl I’ve loved has been hallway— &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;a dancing &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;a mouth to lay down in. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Her hands drew my soul out in sweat. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;She told me her stories &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;of not wanting to be a girl &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;and I gave her mine. Is there a gender &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;not defined by how you want &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;to be devoured? She asked me...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/pride-2020/robin-gow"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Tremolo, a poem by G. Metelli</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[G. Metelli]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2020 06:02:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/steve-johnson-7gIUMv2n_I8-u-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="credit: steve johnson" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/steve-johnson-7gIUMv2n_I8-u-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/steve-johnson-7gIUMv2n_I8-u-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/steve-johnson-7gIUMv2n_I8-u.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Tremolo The summer I died the first time, locusts carved the corn to its cusp. That fall, I whispered the cornfields, the coffins, the blackbirds, hollowed my mouth around the words. I said fullness, dreamt of gods, of open mouths, and each time I almost meant it new blood promised itself to land. // Blood a promised land, a mother...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/pride-2020/tremolo-g-metelli"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Melania Geymonat: How the London Bus Attack Shaped Her Views on Homophobia and Sexism</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Cristina Tomàs White and Melania Geymonat]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2020 06:01:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/melania-geymonat-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Melania Geymonat" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/melania-geymonat-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/melania-geymonat-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/melania-geymonat.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>You might not recognize her right away, but you’ve likely seen her face before. Remember the “London Bus Attack” and that picture of two women covered in blood, often under clickbaity headlines, that made its way across the world a little over a year ago? In the early hours of May 29, 2019, my friend Melania Geymonat — a Uruguayan...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/pride-2020/melania-geymonat-london-bus-attack"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Julia Justo: Crossroads</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Julia Justo]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2020 06:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Maureen Catbagan: Queer Film Stills</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Maureen Catbagan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2020 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/750_Film_Still-Lilly_Galaxy-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Lilly Galaxy -Pozsi and Gage - Film Still by Grace Catbagan" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/750_Film_Still-Lilly_Galaxy-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/750_Film_Still-Lilly_Galaxy-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/750_Film_Still-Lilly_Galaxy.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>These images are stills from videos that I have made that explore the varied complexities and nuances of queer desire, fantasy, and longing.
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		<title>On Empty Mirror&#8217;s First Twenty Years</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Denise Enck]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2020 07:04:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="350" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Empty-Mirror-20-years-600x350.png" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Empty Mirror - 20 years" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Empty-Mirror-20-years-600x350.png 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Empty-Mirror-20-years-300x175.png 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Empty-Mirror-20-years.png 720w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>On December 30, 1999 I left my last day as a retail store manager, and I never looked back. I&#8217;d worked in and managed bookstores and wanted to open my own. I&#8217;d been collecting out-of-print, signed, poetry, Beat Generation and art books books with an eye toward opening an online bookstore, and now the time had arrived. Previously, I&#8217;d edited...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/literature/empty-mirror-first-twenty-years"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Spot the Differences</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Taylor Byas]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2020 07:03:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/yuxiang-zhang-GYFvlN_ybj4-u-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="photo by Yuxiang Zhang" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/yuxiang-zhang-GYFvlN_ybj4-u-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/yuxiang-zhang-GYFvlN_ybj4-u-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/yuxiang-zhang-GYFvlN_ybj4-u.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>When my mother met my father in 1992 in Chicago, she was 17 and my father was 20. My mother was a senior in high school, and my father out of school and working, already a supervisor at the Luster Products factory all the way in the city. When I look it up in Google Maps, the factory’s red pin...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/personal-essay/spot-the-differences"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Three poems by Bailey Grey</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Bailey Grey]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2020 07:02:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="363" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/long-beach-watercolor-600x363.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Long Beach WA watercolor / credit: de" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/long-beach-watercolor-600x363.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/long-beach-watercolor-300x182.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/long-beach-watercolor.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>reflections by naming an ocean / we shrink it / it gains sharp edges and an orientation / (who decided that north means up?) we are like reflections in spoons / (cotton balls and lighters) really each ocean intertwines with another / together they shout no / that was not just an allusion without thought / that was something i...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/poems/three-poems-by-bailey-grey"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Music In A Blade of Glass: Jim Whiteside&#8217;s Writing Your Name on the Glass, reviewed by Alina Stefanescu</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Alina Stefanescu]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2020 07:01:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/writing-your-name-glass-b75-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Jim Whiteside - Writing Your Name On the Glass - Bull City Press" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/writing-your-name-glass-b75-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/writing-your-name-glass-b75-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/writing-your-name-glass-b75.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Writing Your Name On the Glass by Jim Whiteside / Bull City Press / 35 pages / 978-1-949344-08-0 / 2019 fugue (n.) in music, a contrapuntal composition in which a short melody or phrase (the subject) is introduced by one part and successively taken up by others and developed by interweaving the parts. in psychiatry, a state or period of...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/reviews/jim-whiteside-writing-your-name-on-the-glass"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Mining the Ruins: Andrea Burgay</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Andrea Burgay]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2020 07:01:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Eastern_Seaboard-detail-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Eastern Seaboard (detail) - Andrea Burgay" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Eastern_Seaboard-detail-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Eastern_Seaboard-detail-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Eastern_Seaboard-detail.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>My work elevates the overlooked and the mundane through a process of cutting, reconfiguring and unifying a variety of handmade, found and discarded materials. Using paper ephemera whose original relevance has been lost or abandoned, I integrate the past histories of these objects into the present. Their disintegration and decay speak of the passage of time and the possibility of...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/visual-art/mining-the-ruins-andrea-burgay"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Behind the Scene: visual poetry by hiromi suzuki</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[hiromi suzuki]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2020 07:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Behind_Scene_6_hiromi_suzuk-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Behind the Scene 6 by hiromi suzuki" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Behind_Scene_6_hiromi_suzuk-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Behind_Scene_6_hiromi_suzuk-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Behind_Scene_6_hiromi_suzuk.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>We can see the lights in the distance. Through the thin papers coated with Linseed oil. The Lumière brothers said, &#8220;The cinema is an invention without any future&#8221;. The cine projector continues to emit the &#8220;Lumière&#8221; behind the scenes.
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		<title>Four poems by Allan Graubard: For Steve Dalachinsky, Ira Cohen, and Ronnie Burk</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Allan Graubard]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2020 07:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/recall-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="recall / credit: em" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/recall-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/recall-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/recall.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>I am reading Lundkvist&#8217;s dreams &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;when he was in &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;a coma &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;for two months when Valery &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;calls &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;to tell me &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;that Dalachinksy &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;is in &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;a coma &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;brain dead &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;but breathing this has happened before it will happen &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;again life invades poetry the transfusion &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;suppurates &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;across the page red beacons&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;blue beacons I stop and close my eyes &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;there they are &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;two...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/poems/allan-graubard"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Four Paintings and a Poem by Stephen Lee Naish</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen Lee Naish]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2020 07:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="360" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-4-600x360.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="mixed media art (detail) by Stephen Lee Naish" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-4-600x360.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-4-300x180.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-4.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Untitled a Coke machine a smile a casual &#8220;hi&#8221; a walk barefoot in cut grass a door a gas station a pencil a paperclip a desire to be anything you want a bed a lamp &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;a bed sheet sent out of a top floor window floats like a ghost over a city a laugh from another room a reminder an...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/visual-art/four-paintings-and-a-poem-by-stephen-lee-naish"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Three poems by Constance Bacchus</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Constance Bacchus]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2020 06:59:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/riverside-Columbia-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Riverside Columbia / credit: de" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/riverside-Columbia-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/riverside-Columbia-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/riverside-Columbia.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>helen imagines she is cailleach on a snowed in Thursday wears a wig of stiff twigs glasses, holding the sun hat, a lot of makeup or none she has a feather brown flying coat rainbowed scarf, a bandaid on her left hand carries a folded newspaper totes a purse once a briefcase always, always she never smiles &#038; when she...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/poems/constance-bacchus"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Chasing the Moon</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sarah Zanabli]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2020 06:59:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sarah-zanabli-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="The moon over Aaqrabâte, Syria / photo by Samer Daboul" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sarah-zanabli-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sarah-zanabli-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sarah-zanabli.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Our story begins in a scalding desert city, the aroma of burning nearby: burning salty corn the size of a pistol and burning garbage on the side of semi-paved country roads. Strangers minding their business while stealing glances as they secretly guess which line of ancestry my identity of tangled roots belongs to. I stroll through the familiar patch of...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/personal-essay/chasing-the-moon"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Remembering and Jane</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Nazli Karabiyikoglu]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2020 07:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/remembering-jane-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Remembering and Jane Austen - Nazli Karabiyikoglu" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/remembering-jane-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/remembering-jane-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/remembering-jane.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>That night you heard voices say remember, remember. You did your best not to remember. You spread a meter of cloth and started painting on it. Colors called for other colors and you portrayed the image of the momentary light bending the line between good and bad. You pulled them to a corner, lay down on your stomach, and tried...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/literature/remembering-and-jane"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Two poems by Lynne Schmidt</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lynne Schmidt]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2020 07:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/curve-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="curve / credit: de" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/curve-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/curve-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/curve.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>When My Sister Calls My sister calls to ask me “Why would my dog be bleeding from his mouth?” She asks me because I am a dog person. She asks me because I have a degree in medical biology and a life ago planned to become a veterinarian. She asks me because I am a black hole of grief, and...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/poems/lynne-schmidt"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Read The Fabulous Ekphrastic Fantastic! by Miah Jeffra With Multiple Browser Tabs Open — a review by Laura Eppinger</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Laura Eppinger]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2020 07:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/ekphrastic-fantastic-750-600x336.png" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Miah Jeffra essays The Fabulous Ekphrastic Fantastic!" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/ekphrastic-fantastic-750-600x336.png 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/ekphrastic-fantastic-750-300x168.png 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/ekphrastic-fantastic-750.png 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>The Fabulous Ekphrastic Fantastic! by Miah Jeffra / Sibling Rivalry Press / 978-1-943977-73-4 / 140 pages / March 20, 2020 An ekphrastic piece of writing responds to a work of art&#8211;usually one completely separate from the writer. Miah Jeffra’s The Fabulous Fantastic Ekphrastic! is a collection of ekphrastic nonfiction, with pieces in response to other works as well as artifacts...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/reviews/fabulous-ekphrastic-fantastic-miah-jeffra"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Remembering Vincent Zangrillo</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Empty Mirror]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2020 06:58:51 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Beat Generation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vincent Zangrillo]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-vincent-zangrillo-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="Vincent Zangrillo" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-vincent-zangrillo-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-vincent-zangrillo-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/750-vincent-zangrillo.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Last week when I logged into Facebook, I was saddened to see the post below, posted by Sensitive Skin. Vincent was a writer who attended The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University, where he studied with Gregory Corso and Allen Ginsberg, and William S. Burroughs. Later on, he and Corso were roommates in New York City. In...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/beat/remembering-vincent-zangrillo"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Poems by Mesándel Virtusio Arguelles, translated by Kristine Ong Muslim</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kristine Ong Muslim and Mesándel Virtusio Arguelles]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2020 07:01:20 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/the-spit-1-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="two-thirty / credit: em" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/the-spit-1-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/the-spit-1-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/the-spit-1.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>Reptile He had been visited by countless frogs and snakes were nesting in his room. Although he was always trapped between trepidation and awe, he relished each encounter as forewarning, as ultimate realization of his potential. One night, he snatched a rat from his chest and grinned as he tore it open with his teeth. Reptilya Dinalaw siya ng sanlaksang...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/poems/mesandel-virtusio-arguelles-kristine-ong-muslim"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>The Pointless Forest</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Emily O'Neill]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2020 07:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Creative Nonfiction]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sunlight-on-the-forest-pond-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="daydream on the forest pond / credit: de" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sunlight-on-the-forest-pond-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sunlight-on-the-forest-pond-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sunlight-on-the-forest-pond.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>It’s assuming a lot to say we were in love. We loved each other, though. We were nearly the same person if we pretended hard enough. Two girls hiding in the most wasp-riddled part of the tire park, stashing tickle grass inside the tires and calling it wheat we had to store for winter. We didn’t get stung. We didn’t...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/personal-essay/the-pointless-forest"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Carmen Maria Machado&#8217;s In the Dream House, reviewed by Emma Gregory</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Emma Gregory]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2020 07:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/dream-house-750-machado-600x336.png" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="review of In the Dream House - Carmen Maria Machado" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/dream-house-750-machado-600x336.png 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/dream-house-750-machado-300x168.png 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/dream-house-750-machado.png 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado / Graywolf Press / 264 pages / November 5, 2019 In the Dream House follows the story of Machado’s own relationship with an emotionally and psychologically abusive woman. I feel obligated to put a disclaimer before my review: I’m in a polyamorous lesbian relationship. One of my girlfriends, (the small, blonde, butch...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/reviews/carmen-maria-machado-dream-house"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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		<title>Three poems by María C. Domínguez</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[María C. Domínguez]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2020 07:01:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<figure><img width="600" height="336" src="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/the-walk-iii-600x336.jpg" class="attachment-rss-thumb size-rss-thumb wp-post-image" alt="helix iii / credit: de" decoding="async" loading="lazy" srcset="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/the-walk-iii-600x336.jpg 600w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/the-walk-iii-300x168.jpg 300w, https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/the-walk-iii.jpg 750w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px" /></figure>A house with two cats I have come here thinking it was a home, a release even if rented and the landlord is loud and flirts too much. I took two aeroplanes, two red buses, climbed a mountain on one side; my body lighted as I arrived and met the two cats at the door warm and wordy. The sun...&#160;<a href="https://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/poems/maria-c-dominguez"><strong>[read&#160;this]</strong></a>
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