Reflections

with Wave of Blood by Ariana Reines

A few things

1. I’m reading with Jules Ohman, Kimberly King Parsons, Travis Abels, Ryan-Ashley Anderson, and Kevin Maloney at Grand Gesture Books on February 11th, 6pm. More info on that here(!)

2. I started a silly little events page on my website.

3. I’m working with Buckman Journal as an Editor and Publicist. If you’re a writer from the west coast wanting to submit to future journals, you can send your work here (edy@buckmanpublishing.com) for our consideration. The theme of the next issue is CLUSTER, baby. Minus the baby.

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Ariana Reines via Interview Magazine

Direct clarity toward the father wound and the willingness to repair it, be it a birthday present, a phone call, an acknowledgement of his existence. When love is not met where love is given absence grows into an entire perspective.

I have long sought myself out from the other side of what I had observed and was told wasn’t true. This required persistence so that I, or you, or whoever might end up on the other side of skepticism about oneself, about the world as you see it, and about the truth so that you might know what to do with it.

There is an image of the body moving without the jurisdiction of the soul or the heart of its inhabitor. You parade your avatar into the world like a drone operator and—look at it suffering!¹ This happens, or you are convinced that your body is yours alone and better off if you limit scope, exile others, and climb a ladder to nowhere. Both disassociations lack courage and integrity. In both cases, you’re better off dead.