jms xuange writes from the fractures between body, language, and memory. Their work leans into unmaking, strange lineage, and mythic dissociation. Recent poems appear in Corporeal and Five on the Fifth.
Not in the National Geographic sense of a greasy floating thing squiggling around in water that you never wanted to get too close to or stab on your plate with a knife, but definitely a many-tentacled being that could rip your skin off in sheets if you tried to sneak out a window, and a ponderous head swiveling around like… Read more →
The room could do nothing but remain inside the girl. Here, objects lived resembling sculptures— maybe from another culture that grew extinct on an island floating in an ocean or time before you knew you were looking at them. You could tell, passing the windows, that something was formed inside. Or secreted. The objects returned your gaze, or seemed in… Read more →