Wynter K. Miller

news Thank you for sixteen incredible years, Halimah! For the last several years as Electric Literature’s Managing Editor, grant writing has been a component of my job description. For those unfamiliar with the work, it is almost entirely an exercise in articulating and appropriately packaging the organization’s best features. As a result, I can, upon request, reel off a list of Electric Lit’s accomplishments. There are many.

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Soon We’ll All Be Doomscrolling on Mars Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop? — W B Yeats, "Leda and the Swan" Going deaf from the clamor of too many dooms, balancing life like an egg on a spoon, dreaming of a gorgeous, baleful wave: liquid obsidian. Who knew that planets can lose their atmospheres? It happened to Mars. But—Chill! This ain’t all about us, some sage rebukes the general wail: We’re fucked.