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MY GHOSTS REMIND ME OF A WORLD NOT YET MADE

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🍀 Just two more days to pitch Kernel 4 🍀 Our intrepid EIC Jacob will be hosting last-minute pitch office hours on Wednesday — get a slot to talk with them here! Read more about the CFP here, submit pitches here, and express interest in editing, art, and design here! Send us your art, fiction, and poetry here (open for a month). One of the most beautiful pieces in Issue 3 of Kernel is a manifesto by Raya Ward, towards (collective) grief as a political practice. Raya and I thought that — in light of the ongoing siege on Gaza — now would be a good time to share her essay. (At the end of this newsletter, we’ll link to what some of our editors have been reading on the war.) By Raya Ward, edited by Jessica Zhou I climbed a tree today and let it hold me in my grief. Tangled in its branches, I lay my head down, ear to bark, and listen to its rustle. The sounds of its gentle dance are quieter than I-10 behind me. I lament that I have to drive to reach this park, to come be with my tree. I loo

Kernel MY GHOSTS REMIND ME OF A WORLD NOT YET MADE A Call for Mourning jessica dai and raya Nov 13, 2023 10 1 2 Share 🍀 Just two more days to pitch Kernel 4 🍀 Our intrepid EIC Jacob will be hosting last-minute pitch office hours on Wednesday — get a slot to talk with them here ! Read more about the CFP here , submit pitches here , and express interest in editing, art, and design here ! Send us your art, fiction, and poetry here (open for a month). One of the most beautiful pieces in Issue 3 of Kernel is a manifesto by Raya Ward, towards (collective) grief as a political practice. Raya and I

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