Collages by James Diaz

To taste the earth before it falls 
I don’t want tenderness 
In dark water, all lit up 
There is something sort of holy 
Beyond the hopeless years 
Different kinds of silence 
Illusions of beautiful light 
Where the road riverbanks into darkness 
Whatever, otherwise, comes out glowing
No fireflies in my jar 
James Diaz (They/Them) is the author of This Someone I Call Stranger, (Indolent Books, 2018) and All Things Beautiful Are Bent (Alien Buddha, 2021) as well as the founding editor of Anti-Heroin Chic. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Thrush Poetry, Corporeal, The Madrigal, Cleaver Magazine, Rust + Moth, Wrongdoing Magazine, The Lumiere Review, Sledgehammer Lit, and Resurrection Mag. They live in upstate New York.

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res·ur·rec·tion

/ˌrezəˈrekSH(ə)n/

the action or fact of resurrecting or being resurrected

raising from the dead

restoration to life

rising from the dead

return from the dead