Murky borderlands, oscillations, and reversals abound in Carrie Hunter’s VIBRATORY MILIEU.

I don’t know about you, but my writing has been shaken by quarantine. This has looked like ignoring a lot of deadlines, but also shifting the bounds of what I’ll consider part of my “writing practice.” Yanyi’s The Year of Blue Water gave me a sense of permission to think of texting friends as a poetic practice.