Solving for R

The voice from our body, after all, is just a cover for the voice inside our head.



Memento Vivere

ron skips across asphalt, black eyes / like stigmatas, gray-brown fur left in the street


Praise Kink

I inherited / their desire, still in its
shrink wrap. I was / so lucky.




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A photograph of a room in the middle of renovation. In the foreground are various tools, in front of several large cardboard boxes. In the background are several large windows.

As the Hammer Fell

In my twenties I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a mother. When my friends started having kids, however, I worried I was missing out on something.


From the Archives: The Miraculous Vivacity of Salman Toor

To confront a Toor then is to reckon with the nature of art history itself. And simultaneously, it is to imagine a vision of optimistic queer futurity that begins with recognition as a radical form of community building.  From paintings of beleaguered South Asian folks worn out in airport security lines, to reconfigurations of queer non-binary folks caught in the heady desire of an embrace, Toor carves out a space for new and vivacious subjectivities that have long been hushed or glossed over.


An older house, made of stone, sits on the edge of an island alongside a blue ocean. The house is surrounded by yellow-green grass/landscape.

This Place is a Message

If grief has a half-life, then Isla’s is nuclear and will live beyond her, beyond language.