Moisture fills all pores. When the whole planet is immersed in tropical weather, there will be no infertile soil and diversity will flourish in every corner.Read More
Poems by Inky Lee.
I knew of an asian man. His body was small and he was going blind. He quit his office job and was training to become a masseur – to see with his hands while his eyes cease to see. He was a devout christian and was known to pray for many hours every day. People called him a holy man. One time, I went to his place to get a massage. After the massage, he prayed for me. As I was about to leave, he smirked and told me to never bring a black man home because that would make my mother go into a long fast.Read More
Have you ever walked into a room on a warm evening and noticed an unpleasant odor? So unpleasant and complicated that it is visible to the naked eye?
I haven’t smoked for two months, yet I wake up every day with an acid taste in my mouth. The bitterness that I reflect to others mirrors the bitterness within me. It’s a bitterness so rich with associations, so raw and complicated.Read More
As part of Writing Letters to Extraterrestrials Organized by Alison Sperling 22.-24.09.2021 COVEN BERLIN will also give a talk on 24.09.21 at ICI Berlin
22. September, 17h-18:30 Starting Location: Fromet-und-Moses-Mendelssohn-Platz 10969 BerlinRead More
Bhajan’s sexual and emotional abuse does not stand alone, but is linked to a much larger system of abuse of power. And this system pervaded all areas of his personality, including his teachings.Read More
During a time that transmuted touch into a mere theoretical, that differentially and differently affected the people around me, I felt an impulse to gather together—an attempt at a grand, unified theory of the sensory, particularly of touch.Read More
A new poem by Samantha Bohatsch.Read More
Apparently it could happen any day now. I’m not sure what to feel. Excitement? Sure, but for what? For the one heat I will ever have, which probably will not result in sex?Read More
Sex scares me because it requires me to trust that someone can treat me with respect, despite the ways society has robbed me of my self-regard.Read More
You never know how someone is going to interpret you checking in on them. When Miguel texted back that he was fine, I shouldn’t worry, I sent back a peace sign emoji –something I have never sent before in my entire life.Read More