Tag Archives: Saeed Jones

Today in memorable opening paragraphs


Night presses the gunmetal O of its mouth

against my own; I can’t help how I answer.

Last Call, from Prelude to Bruise, Saeed Jones

Wonderful poetry. Staggering violence. Racism, homophobia, love and desire. I discovered this collection via a Buzzfeed list, of all things, by Roxane Gay. Check it out.


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