essays | fiction | poetry | photography | art
Compulsory heterosexuality rots the brain, has rotted my brain. I just wanted to undo, unlive it.
Then to discover we both go
first for that old chipped blue soup bowl
Is that love?
We physicians have never had a clearly defined mission. That mattered less when expectations were lower and we could do less. Now though, the reigning paradigm is grounded in basic science, excessively confident, inpatient-centric, and broadly focused on treatment of symptoms and signs, on diagnosis and therapy. The development of a new medical paradigm seems…
That night that the piano man and I first slept together was the night we discovered the pleasure of talking aloud about murder.
I spilled pinot noir on the bed sheet
and said I was a virgin.
In Time I Find Strength, in Time I Get Caught in the Memories of Food There had been a time when I had been told that if I had to go through the most important events in my life I would remember only a mere hour of them, all of them painfully squished against each…
Unlike a jellyfish, she has a brain but doubts her instinct for survival.
swoop siren, dive under.
We are bound to nature, worms and dirt, we come from earth, and to earth we will return.
The train leans through
the Highland line, Inverness
to Fearn, wheat either side.
This carriage bows for you.
“Ignorance produces hate, knowing is the best way to tackle ignorance, and empathy is the only path to love.”
‘She named the major constellations
while I gawked at them and reached out to touch.’
I’ve tried planting potatoes since you left,
but they never grow the way they did for you.
