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…
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…
I worked alongside a student yesterday to generate new writing: We looked at visual art to inspire our composing processes.…
The goal of psychoanalysis is to talk unfettered. It’s one of the reasons people lie on the couch, to access…