From the Archives: Object Lessons

Refusal brought too much attention, so I was ready the next time the tongue came towards me. I snatched its grey-white tip and felt the weight of its inner meat slide down in the sheath of its skin. I lifted it high so the other end would not touch me and passed it along.




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Image shows two white lilies on a dark grey background. The lilies seem to be floating and the stems and leaves cannot be seen. The lighting is shadowy and pale but highlights the details of the flowers. The petals are white with some pink and green streaks. One flower faces away but the one facing towards the camera shows green stamen with brown tips.

Millennial Debt

I write to you in search of refuge.


Sepia-toned image of a monarch butterfly perches on a branch to feed on a white flower bud.

How the Strands Sing

The body teeters on a fulcrum, one base pair away from disaster.


From the Archives: BNA → LAX

“I return to my birthplace with a focus on breath. / It’s easier to inhale the California landscape.”


Zoomed in image of insect wing, full of greens, blues, pinks, and gold.

Everywhere

We know our place and keep to it. We believe our place to be all places. We find the crack like water. We crawl. We beg. We scream. We tapdance. We sing. We sing. We sing.