
the body asks, am I fruit or stone, seed or flesh—what marble edifice, sun-ripe Achilles, this body bronzing beneath mythic summer sun, sin-shyas the soft hands of the dusk-swelled sea, embodied desire, am I, golden hour shame caught in gilded mirrorwaxing myself ravenous, tidal wave coastline empty, disembodied from both memory and reality? Longing casts…

Host and Parasite New College of Florida, a small public honors liberal arts university in Sarasota, is held in the eye of a current political storm. A recent vote by the governor-stacked board of trustees elected an official school mascot earlier in June, after most students and faculty left campus. The new mascot, which would…

Between the 1970’s and 1980’s, New York City’s defunct and abandoned piers downtown served as a sort of haven where gay and queer men found pleasure and solace in what had been considered by the city a desolate place. Leonard Fink, gay activist and chronicler of downtown life, captured a series of photographs depicting the…

With motherhood it just takes so longto get used to all the change that happens in the first year alonelike I’m five years in and only occasionally do I think hey these are mybreasts now, hi, chest that fed the masses, who they are on me now, some story.Mostly I think they look funny. I…

the first time i showed Sherman’s self-portraits in a classroom, one man got so angry he walked out and never came back. it was the idea that you could read a person visually that upset him, feeling, perhaps for the first time, a little too seen. like me at thirteen when Michael S. told me…