I hate drinking games. Why do you need words to consume alcohol? Why do you need alcohol to consume words?
The firefighters carried that extra baggage in their already twenty-plus-pound sacks on each and every trip. Their backpacks held their survival gear doubled in the weight of their historical heartaches, with their generational trauma in tow.
I already miss home. As expected, moving was a mistake. This house is big and empty. I don’t like big houses; my mother knows that. They make me feel small.
My therapist, a woman in her mid-forties with short hair and small spectacles, clears her throat and finds eye contact with uncomfortable politeness. I admit that I enjoy watching how therapists bend over backward to maintain composure, “Jess, I think you might be Bipolar.”
"Isn't that scotland. / Don't blame the tweed. / You have never seen a fabric before. / I think it should be our fleece. / I appreciate fabric. / That is my fleece. / I am interested in having wool." A series of computer-generated mini plays.
A series of photographs that include cinematic elements, including lighting, format, composition, and creative methods.
"Rather than waiting around for an apocalypse, how can the monster play as a queer reimagining of relations for carrying on together?"
“What are the effects of the uninterrupted digital gaze on living, breathing humans in scroll culture?”
“If you could be any kind of body, what would that be and why?” The ten MA students in “Bodies at Work: Gender and Labor in Contemporary Visual Culture” share their responses.
“When I am a little loud, or a little blunt, or a little messy, I can open a gate, and trespass into a world that is not readily given to me.”
“This body, that I inherited from my mother and her mother’s mothers is almost, but not exactly complete.”