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— gynecologist, room 202

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"Oracle" from The Renunciations - Donika Kelly

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our father who art in heaven

(ione meraki 2024)

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what my bones know by foo stephanie

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what my bones know by foo stephanie

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lora mathis

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— WISŁAWA SZYMBORSKA, translated from the Polish by Clare Cavanagh & Stanisław Barańczak.

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Bruce Springsteen, Born to Run

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Guardian by Keaton St. James

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Teeth of the Valley

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You got home from school and fell asleep, you wake up and it’s dark in the house, it’s 9 PM and you exist in an in-between day that isn’t completely real where time isn’t moving but Nickelodeon is on

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The Unicorn by ~mollygrue

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Schmendrick came forward, his face cold and wet, but his voice level. “I turned you into a human being to save you from the Red Bull. There was nothing else I could do. I will turn you to yourself again, as soon as I can.”

The girl began to touch her face timidly, recoiling from the feel of her own features. Her curled fingers brushed the mark on her forehead, and she closed her eyes and gave a thin, stabbing howl of loss and weariness and utter despair.

“What have you done to me?” she cried. “I will die here!” She tore at the smooth body, and blood followed her fingers. “I will die here! I will die!” Yet there was no fear in her face, though it ramped in her voice, in her hands and feet, in the white hair that fell down over her new body. Her face remained quiet and untroubled.

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revisiting old spaces