How To Love Your Body by Kelly Cressio-Moeller
May28

How To Love Your Body by Kelly Cressio-Moeller

  “How To Love Your Body” by Kelly Cressio-Moeller   1.   Polish a bronze moon-disc, see yourself reborn through Egyptian eyes. 2.   Marvel at how the shape of your ears resembles handles of a porcelain cup. 3.   Recall night swimming—the first time tight-laced limbs learned buoyancy in the dark. 4.   End the day on a sleigh bed for adventure while dreaming, dip sheet corners in jet—trace        arrows, fire, and...

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Molding by Sokunthary Svay
May28

Molding by Sokunthary Svay

  “Molding” by Sokunthary Svay   “…the apsaras always appear on the stone in the same pose derived from that of a flying figure…standing isolated from the world on a lotus blossom or flying in the open air, they are the divine symbols of joy.” -Maurice Glaize, Angkor: A Guide to the Angkor Monuments   Cambodian girls in roadside salons idolize them in curls. The eternal female sculpted for worship, protector...

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The Photographer’s Model by Jeannette Miller
May28

The Photographer’s Model by Jeannette Miller

  “The Photographer’s Model” by Jeannette Miller   The hard, round lens moved toward me,        its eye growing smaller        the closer it came. You pictured me until the numbers wouldn’t escalate        to hang on a white wall,        a row of trophies, their corners pinned securely, the...

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My Body Is Not Your Politics by Hannah Bonner
May28

My Body Is Not Your Politics by Hannah Bonner

  “My Body Is Not Your Politics” by Hannah Bonner   My body is not your politics. On the bus, in the Laundromat, in the classroom, on the stained mattress, stuck in line for groceries, pressed together, like petals in a book, waiting for the sign “walk” in green, my body is not your politics. In the dark tunnel of the alleyway building with the tumult of a March wind, among the blue fissures of the call light on...

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A Number of Blue Women by Anita M. Barnard
May28

A Number of Blue Women by Anita M. Barnard

  “A Number of Blue Women” by Anita M. Barnard   I They cannot help it; they were painted like that, nude, in that unshrinking shade. Their bodies round, revealed, as ripe as the red and yellow fruit around them, vibrant. The air quivers clear between them, the curving bodies of the fruit and the women. This one in the corner, near us, lounging, displays her round and ample backside. The shades of blue arcing in...

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