Sunday, November 12, 2017
What I Wore to My Dissertation Defense
Jonathan Swift’s Battel of the Books should not be confused with an article from Cosmopolitan or Elle about how to wow with your intervi...
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Professions for Women
I’m cleaning the corners of a round house where Ananchel, Charmeine, and Muriel encircle me. They are beautiful, delicate bitches with plu...
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Muskrat by the River
I thought you were a coconut until you moved. You moved me too, surprised to see a thing like that in this place: too cold for tropi...
Friday, October 6, 2017
Black & white & red all over
Q: What's black and white and read / red all over? A: A newspaper / a zebra with a sunburn. Write me red read me righting me (I ...
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Her “body into busks was turn’d,” Behn wrote. I am not such a giving tree. Still, men have...
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Nymphs I Have Been
Celia shit, and Swift shit on me, made me a nymph and put me to sleep. I wake up every day a less-than-Houyhnhnm ...
Saturday, July 22, 2017
They made castles from coquinas here, building on broken bodies, order from disorder. We collect shells that connote something We...
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