To Be Connected With You by Ashley Pearson To be connected by sticking your finger into my outlet Cold, cream, plastic And waiting for the electric shock, the pleasure, to shoot through your veins To press a button on my backside and to wait for it to glow blue Bright...
Stork by Ashley Pearson With its mammoth mouth and oversized wings, the stork has always struck me as a strange creature to represent birth. As a mostly mute bird, the only sound coming from a stork would be one of alarm, perhaps because a newborn has suddenly been...
Our Story by Marci Schur The bottle of wine between us like the semicolon and we are two independent clauses that are worthy of one another but separate red wine lying supine on a fluffed white pillow like a nude model on her river-whore break shuddering, waiting to...
The Diary of Lea Knight by Maxima Strange This project combines my recent interest in dolls, journaling, and hybrid forms. I am interested in the history of dolls and how they affect their owners psychologically. I was particularly interested in how dolls might be...
Stairwells by Lina Chang She is the guardian of the Cliffside: a mass of colors, surrounded by elaborate systems of roots that morph into trees reaching out their arms as if stretching into the rays of a dusky morning’s air. Color spark off as violets and crimson as...
Oxytocin by Carla Sameth Oxytocin I. I just can’t quit you she said; though never having seen Brokeback Mountain; I taught her that line. Knock down feral lovemaking, tragic love. You forget the tragedy when you’re fucking that way up against the...
