"That's cute that you thought your rib was strong enough to make me / when it is my hips and my womb that have allowed you to be."
"My friend Jackie drove me the 50 miles or so from the larger city where she lived down to the state capital, the location of the state’s main medium-security prison. I’d talked on the phone the day before with my friend, going over the final details of my visit and the endless rules to follow."
An analysis of anti-Black racism and "why history does not pave the way for a more progressive world.”
"Look at the tourists shuffling through mass / lighting silly candles / dumbfounded and blinky under the tall ceilings of God." Poetry.
The same photograph is ontologically impossible. But it is enough to spend a few minutes on Instagram, Flickr or Tumblr to see that a similar photograph is not only possible but is in fact quite frequent.
Join Gallatin students, faculty, and staff for a marathon-style reading of the final chapter of James Joyce's Ulysses.
After misinterpreting a fact about gravity, a young man wonders whether he would fall to the ground faster than a loaf of bread.
"Daniel arrived outside of the house in a blue button-up and a pair of gray pants that his mother had picked out for him at Brooks Brothers. He knew how this would go." Fiction.
"In the moment of the catcall, there are not two people involved. It's a person and an object. This series flips that relationship around." Photography.
A social media-mashup, an improvised digital soundtrack, and, ultimately, a contemplation of the notions of the cyborg and the spectacle. Video.