The poems of Vizcaya map years of emotional and ecological landscape. They traverse the westernmost tip of Portugal. They sing a dirge in the style of a Seventh Day Adventist hymn. They travel the breadth of Florida, from oyster country in Apalachicola to the Gulf of México. The speaker recounts “every lousy fuck [...I] can count on two hands” and dreams of sharing a common language of queerness. The poems lament. They hope. They bare their teeth.
Special thanks to Ugly Duckling Presse for publishing the poem "Strangler Fig" in their chapbook "Splitting the Real."
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Caitland Conley is a writer based in New York by way of North Florida. Her work has been published by Ugly Duckling Presse and Bodega Magazine. Her day job is as a copywriter for brands like Vimeo, ilovecreatives, and many others. In her free time, she pulls weeds at the community garden and stows away poems to publish much later. This is her first project with Metalabel.