Add to ORKGRedcapped like rage I am, and adorned with your metal necklace. The fetid, drying starfish you’ve thrown me to eat lies at my feet: my habit, swallowing your points. Otherwise and so, I am whittled too long, a kind of homeless
Hair. Muscle. Clitoral enlargement. Heart. Liver. Kidneys. Chest. Arms. Legs. Knuckles. Palms. Nose....
Senior Project submitted to The Division of Multidisciplinary Studies of Bard College
I’m such a dunce. I stole the orange-brown crayon. In the corner, under the cone, under the thumbs o...
Two poems, Nine of Rods watches too much Law & Order and The Magician is a Drag King
Jules is twenty-nine. She is sitting in her cold car, in a parking garage attached to the building w...
I could arrive from anywhere. Any scarf,any stocking. An old belt. Shoelaces.even when the knives an...
For over four decades, two secretive facilities in Alice, Texas, have imported, quarantined, bred an...
I\u27m drunk in the bar car, deep in the spirit, sitting across from a toothless old cripple at one ...
What remains of the mouse moonlights as tender sprig of little bluestem, ribboning the owl’s kack as...
If it weren’t for the way my mother split her apples (seed starred, then flesh dug out to perfec...
One of the reasons I’m loathe in general to crack the bedroom door and scurry many-legged out is hea...
The present study explores the norms of community that are re/produced in the liminal leisure space ...
You arrive and say you walk at night on the milky rivers between stars, at day on the basin of blue,...
I’m unhitching a conjugal trailer of stars so that you can dawdle with me, my darling girl, my dande...
Lévi-Strauss’s book The Jealous Potter is devoted to an exploration of an Amerindian moral philosoph...
Hair. Muscle. Clitoral enlargement. Heart. Liver. Kidneys. Chest. Arms. Legs. Knuckles. Palms. Nose....
Senior Project submitted to The Division of Multidisciplinary Studies of Bard College
I’m such a dunce. I stole the orange-brown crayon. In the corner, under the cone, under the thumbs o...
Two poems, Nine of Rods watches too much Law & Order and The Magician is a Drag King
Jules is twenty-nine. She is sitting in her cold car, in a parking garage attached to the building w...
I could arrive from anywhere. Any scarf,any stocking. An old belt. Shoelaces.even when the knives an...
For over four decades, two secretive facilities in Alice, Texas, have imported, quarantined, bred an...
I\u27m drunk in the bar car, deep in the spirit, sitting across from a toothless old cripple at one ...
What remains of the mouse moonlights as tender sprig of little bluestem, ribboning the owl’s kack as...
If it weren’t for the way my mother split her apples (seed starred, then flesh dug out to perfec...
One of the reasons I’m loathe in general to crack the bedroom door and scurry many-legged out is hea...
The present study explores the norms of community that are re/produced in the liminal leisure space ...
You arrive and say you walk at night on the milky rivers between stars, at day on the basin of blue,...
I’m unhitching a conjugal trailer of stars so that you can dawdle with me, my darling girl, my dande...
Lévi-Strauss’s book The Jealous Potter is devoted to an exploration of an Amerindian moral philosoph...
Hair. Muscle. Clitoral enlargement. Heart. Liver. Kidneys. Chest. Arms. Legs. Knuckles. Palms. Nose....
Senior Project submitted to The Division of Multidisciplinary Studies of Bard College
I’m such a dunce. I stole the orange-brown crayon. In the corner, under the cone, under the thumbs o...