In delirium I am scrubbed of notions I carry about myself.Loosened by longing I can leave my selves behind. The onewho learned of a false eros in violent territory. The craterbetween two people. Because a mighty god said so. Becausea strongarmed father enforced so. Because a small townsiloed one route towards husband. This town still lives inmy mind and everyday I leave it.At the edge of eros I catch a glimpse of a possible self Inever knew. In loving you I become more of who I am.
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“[Log 18]” from SAPPHO TERROR by Maura Modeya.
Published by Prroblem Press on April 6, 2026.
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Maura Modeya is a poet from northern Minnesota. Their work attends to the lived-in world and what haunts it, focusing on insomnia, the ghost of Sappho, U.S. empire violence, queer ecologies, and the reclamation of public space through wheatpasting. She holds an MFA from Naropa University and currently lives in Atlanta. Maura’s poetry collection SAPPHO TERROR is from Prroblem Press (2026). Part long poem, part performance log, SAPPHO TERROR is a delirious text about empire violence, lesbian observation, insomnia, and guerilla poetics. In it, queerness becomes both the agent of terror and its object.
Maura Modeya’s SAPPHO TERROR is a book haunted—by empire, by sleeplessness, by Sappho herself. In it, queerness becomes both the agent of terror and its object. “I want to be consumed. I want to disappear twice.” Extending the experiments of Mayer, Lonidier, and Stein, Modeya’s poems are as much about desire as they are about violence. They let us in on a secret: “Logic sometimes is so disgusting.” At once delirious and hyperalert, performance and document of a performance, SAPPHO TERROR disrupts the routines of everyday life from within. “Tending to the eros of writing something down.”
"What arises out of sleeplessness? In SAPPHO TERROR, all boundaries fall away into ritual. There is a permeability, an eros, a freedom from all structures and institutions, even from our own self. Our human guardrails fall away to a place where we forget the boots on our necks, that our money buys weapons for the state, or even that we are separate unique beings. Is it wrong to forget, or is it a healing? Perhaps both. Modeya says that in sleeplessness, 'to submit means to surrender into what is wanted so badly.' In the face of terror, our letting go is a kind of purity. It tells us we can travel beyond repression, not to escape, but to reach the most natural state of our being, even before survival. It is a reminder of life."
—Samuel Ace
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