At the center of loneliness, ink bleeds. Nothing is intact but this. My voice slides backwards down my throat; my…
I learn from my students every day. This is a popular refrain, so let me narrow it a bit: I…
The minute I hit Route 29 and glimpsed a view of the ranges ahead, I started crying. Maybe it was…
I want to gather my caftan with a thousand boats of resistance bobbing and wobbling on waters of meaning underneath…
In my world, “she” is so much bigger than a binary gender. She is inclusive, she is monstrous in the…
It’s that she was decided. She’d faced the possibility, the exposure, and turned away. Not from fear or indifference. She…
I think all my figure drawings are self-portraits. I draw a lot of doubles. Do I think I have a…
I am breathing the space around me. I am waiting. I am breathing my body inside. I am molting. I…
Dear You, Talking to you is like meeting two people: you, and me. I see what makes you brighten, what…