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“I picture Jonquil interwoven with ferns of Queen Anne's Lace that decorate Father's forefinger—the only part of his hands my little grip can wrap around—in generous, heavy plaits.

-Beneath the Soil and Skin, Amara Deis”
― Mechanism Press, Open Ceilings: Summer 2020

“Historians have a word for Germans who joined the Nazi party, not because they hated Jews, but out of a hope for restored patriotism, or a sense of economic anxiety, or a hope to preserve their religious values, or dislike of their opponents, or raw political opportunism, or convenience, or ignorance, or greed.

That word is "Nazi." Nobody cares about their motives anymore.

They joined what they joined. They lent their support and their moral approval. And, in so doing, they bound themselves to everything that came after. Who cares any more what particular knot they used in the binding?”
― A.R. Moxon

“You are a church of broken glass
and hallelujahs.
You are haunted like every other
holy thing.
What tried to destroy you didn't
have the strength.
Still you stand.
Sturdy and smelling of smoke.”
― Clementine von Radics

“Monarch butterflies flee to Mexico in packs for the inherited promise of motherly warmth; and yet you were there years ago, begging in earthquakes for someone to love you.

-Take Couragecorazon, Take Courage, Andriana Mendoza”
― Mechanism Press, Open Ceilings: Summer 2020