Regina Green

Love Letter No. 5

Children, drunken in the last rays of sun, squeeze every last drop from these hours, as spectres of the world are swallowed, and they, clinging to this day, deny the night. To bed! To bed! They will not go. We who know, at some point, the child must sleep, lay ourselves down willingly, and surrender […]

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Love letter no. 4

for when i am quite, quite nothing, then it is everything. When i am trodden quite out, quite, quite out, every vestige gone, then i am here risen, and setting my foot on another world risen, accomplishing a resurrection risen, not born again, but risen, body the same as before, new beyond knowledge of newness, […]

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Labor of Love

The making of Torshi Seer, a.k.a. Persian-style pickled garlic. They say that there is no love, only signs of love. This is a manifestation of that very thing. I made it for a friend I’ve been estranged from for their birthday. I bought ingredients before we stopped talking, and they were sitting there on my […]

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Love Letter No. 3

Dear World, Reading the news today is distressing, to say the least. I don’t know how you feel about it, but speaking from my own experience over the past few weeks, the more of it I read, the more panic attacks I have, and it’s nearly destroyed my psyche. What can this self do against […]

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Black Hole

“When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.” Friedrich Nietzsche By way of a dream, this one stared into the abyss last night. Reality as this one knew it started to unwind, and when eyes were set on the swirling vortex suctioning all mass, energy and light, it pulsated a whisper. […]

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