Hair-Dye Pastoral
“I got a sickness,
sweet as a love-note”
-Steve Albini
These vines slimify ripe
skin—come, brush through spindle-
thick veins of hair that sweep
your flushed forehead. Mine: rusted...
Dear Grace Talusan,
When reading your memoir The Body Papers, I’m struck, as I’m sure all your readers are, by the contrast between experiencing prejudice...
Delicate as a Champagne Flute
The elbow is an unexpected point of intimacy. Blunt instruments self-defense classesteach you to leverage to your advantage, elbows bust...
