Leslie Sainz

           Para los balseros 
There is no country 
where the dead don't float.
Men and children going,
having gone,         lungwet
across thickened water.
Be it the body to know
what's missing. To call
back the colors. At sea
the stomach is a bugle,
though I've heard it
called a scream.
Oil drums headless
as monarchs, styrofoam
on the knees. Said of
regimes: under or over.
Here or there.
The orchids are lovely
this time of year
and the women, writing.
What covers the land
and is the land—
much in us still.
from the book HAVE YOU BEEN LONG ENOUGH AT TABLE/ Tin House
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Rachael Allen is joining Fitzcarraldo Editions where she will launch their new poetry list with books from Rebecca Tamás, Pulitzer Prize winner Diane Seuss, Oluwaseun Olayiwola, Matthew Rice and Sasha Debevec-McKenney. "'Rachael Allen is one of the leading poets of her generation and has been one of the most important publishers of poetry in Britain in the last decade through her work with Clinic and Granta,' publisher Jacques Testard said."

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"Dogor was discovered in 2019 beneath receding permafrost in this coldest region of Russia. The delight I felt (beholding his small face, seemingly glistening wet nose, whiskers, closed puppy-eyes, tufts of hair and preserved tongue) was tempered by a certain grief, the recognition that it was climate change that had made this vision of our deep past possible."
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