I know that I’m depressed, sensitive, and selfish. I’m just determined to do this thing, which is paint in solitude, and I will burn bridges to do it, including relationships.
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Celeste Dupuy-Spencer
Three Poems by Allyson Paty
Norah Maki, Vanitas (oranges with death mask of hair), 2014. Graphite, ink, hair.
Allyson Paty’s poems can be found in Boston Review, The Brooklyn Rail, jubilat, The Literary Review, Tin House, the PEN Poetry Series, and elsewhere. She was a 2017 NYSCA/NYFA Artist Fellow in Poetry and a 2017-2018 participant in the Lower Manhattan Cultural Council’s Workspace Program. With Norah Maki, she is co-founding editor of Singing Saw Press.
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