an act of violence one lived, like a haunted baby nursing on a breast of pain
an act of violence one lived, like a haunted baby nursing on a breast of pain
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an act of violence one lived, like a haunted baby nursing on a breast of pain
an act of violence one lived, like a haunted baby nursing on a breast of pain
jms xuange Unperson
living to watch them grow is more important to me than a skinny body
living to watch them grow is more important to me than a skinny body
Samantha Lucia Maintenance
I wake and I’m piloting a doomed machine that lost the fight miles ago
I wake and I’m piloting a doomed machine that lost the fight miles ago
A.N. Walls Waking
I want I NEED to rip to tear this skin my chrysalis
I want I NEED to rip to tear this skin my chrysalis
Mei Backof BIBLICALLY-ACCURATE SENSORY OVERLOAD
attempts to reveal complexity of spirit in the simple shape that once seemed fore-ordained
the photographs consider material and bodily fragility and ask how certain lives are held, altered, and sustained over time
My skin reminds me often of the need for softness and soothing
hold the hell up. hold the sun. hold my belly. why does anyone need a specific body for summer?
But let these loose objects lie for a bit. Notice thoughts ramble without a thinker
the refined life of the mind depends on matters coarsely corporal and often boring, time-consuming, hardly difficult
The mark of life is verticality. Against the tyranny of entropy we strive to stand
tension comes in the a.m. / anxiety spills from the fridge / stress is how my skin breathes
"What it took for the artist to be able to start transitioning"
I’m a newly hatched girl playing at life / I’m a were-boy nesting in the yolk of the earth / lips red like a massacre
The complete volume XXII of Corporeal is now up on our website
My body, alone, was hamstrung by hesitation uncertain of what, precisely, it is or ought to be
I walk slowly with 2 canes, like an old skier, sans snow, sans mountain.