The Geography of First Kisses by Karin Cecile Davidson
“The Geography of First Kisses” by Karin Cecile Davidson Compass Points The first was Leon. A small, muscular boy. A midshipman at the academy. He knew about compasses, easterly winds, how to bring the boat about on white-capped seas. I went for his blond hair and his deep voice, both like honey, thick and golden and crowded, the waxen chambers, the echo in my chest. Summer grew brighter, and I...
Lovers in the Age of Airmail by Kelly Cressio-Moeller
“Lovers in the Age of Airmail” by Kelly Cressio-Moeller There is a reason it is called longhand. Writing takes time to winnow out the artifice in blue-black script. You write each other page after page, month upon month, year after year; your cursive cross-stitching the Atlantic, soaring over slate rooftops through the open windows of each other’s lives, entwining yourselves as Chagall’s lovers. You learn...
Ear to Water, Heart to Current*
*Not Always by Denise Miller _________________________________________________________ Being held by the history and blood of women from everywhere possible as well as the future. To gift the mentorship that has helped me grow and that I was able to pass on to others while I lived. To help other women form and grow forward in a way of their choosing. To leave this earth with pride in how I have joined with others to...
Embodiment (detail) by Lisa Naas
“Embodiment (detail)” by Lisa Naas “Embodiment (detail),” image by Lisa Naas ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Lisa Naas Artist Statement: Currently pursuing her PhD in the School of Design at the University of Edinburgh, Lisa holds her MFA in Glass from Edinburgh College of Art (2015). Her research explores the creative process at the intersection of...
They Said It’s Terminal by Rosalind K. Bard
“They Said It’s Terminal” by Rosalind K. Bard Are there people out there writing about death About their own death, not just abstraction? I want to know what they are saying. Are they silent, numb, torn to nightmares Or do they laugh and open their mouths in big ohs? I don’t know how to do this. Talk. To me. Now. Before the silence. Can we talk please? The sound of your voice is the only thing The only...
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