The voice from our body, after all, is just a cover for the voice inside our head.
INSIGHT
INSIGHT
The voice from our body, after all, is just a cover for the voice inside our head.
WIT TEA
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?
POETRY
ron skips across asphalt, black eyes / like stigmatas, gray-brown fur left in the street
MICRO
I inherited / their desire, still in its
shrink wrap. I was / so lucky.
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
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.
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.
This week has been a slow burn / but we both know that Wednesday is tomorrow
First, find uncolonized land. If that is not available to you, soil that is mostly left untreated—preferably even abandoned—will suffice.
If grief has a half-life, then Isla’s is nuclear and will live beyond her, beyond language.
“Braunwyn is a fiction writer whose work I’ve known and admired a long time.”