Today I asked: Why and got: It was her time.
POETRY
From the Archives: I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame
I left the shower and kept
singing. I sang about my body
like I was proud. I was proud.
WIT TEA
A Metal I Can’t Help Admiring
the Stone Age is officially over
ART
I worried about the stars, too: A Smile Split By the Stars Experiments with nourbeSe philip’s Revolutionary Intention
A Smile Split By Stars: is there another way to describe a smile undergirded by violence? But to assume only violence exists is to enter the space with preconceived notions, ones that philip and the curators attempt to work beyond.
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From the Archives: Yes, Our Friend Laura Has Been Possessed By The Devil, But I Still Need A Headcount For My Six Flags Birthday Party
Yes, we’ve all been busy contemplating the metaphysical implications of a real actual Satan. Does this mean there is also a God, a Heaven, a Hell?
Memento Vivere
ron skips across asphalt, black eyes / like stigmatas, gray-brown fur left in the street
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.
