Such awful chances
byPeople took such awful chances with chemicals and their bodies because they wanted the quality of their lives to improve. They lived in ugly…
Encounter
by Henry BakkerThe wave of tension that tightened the spines of the thirty-odd commuters on the platform is familiar to any urbanite. I was living in…
So preposterous
by the daily asteriskSamsa looked down in dismay at his naked body. How ill-formed it was! Worse than ill-formed. It possessed no means of self-defense. Smooth white…
To burn oneself
by Cat Dixonwith static electricity is a surprise: a razor slipped beneath the middle fingernail, a snip of candle flame to slice the skin. The sound says yes,…
This is flesh
by the daily asteriskThis is flesh I’m talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved. Feet that need to rest and to dance; backs that need…
Our bodies, our places
by Kirstin Vander Giessen-ReitsmaI do not know how exact a case might be made, but it seems to me that there is an historical parallel, in white…
To really touch something
by the daily asteriskHer hands move ceaselessly, gathering, probing, testing. The breast feathers of a stuffed and mounted chickadee are impossibly soft, its beak as sharp as…