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Arteidolia Press 2026 Through portmanteaus and syntactical dazzle, Flory's evocations make a dervish of the detritus around us, that it might choir in brutal harmony above, and descend with the percussion of a downpour. This rain, cacophonous and incendiary, carries the human melody that powers the storm, the way light catches in bottle glass and oil, until all is "(transfigured / in surrounding smoke) / (resonant) with / the remembering." -Christopher Munde, author of Slippage