Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art.

Rainer Marie Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Categories are fictions invented for taxonomical purposes. We put no stock in them. 

What we do care about: sentences so sharp they draw blood; the strange and inexplicable; the wild and weird and uncanny; words in thickets, clusters, and flocks; pieces that move us beyond caring what others think about said pieces.

In short: if you’ve written something and don’t know what to call it, we want to see it. Our menagerie is vast and unending, and contains all size and shape of curios. 

Let yours be one of them.

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