For the dust-lined pantry. For the empty doormat. For the sparrows nesting under my car that won’t stop chirping when I scowl at them, Not this time.
Founded in 1977 at Columbia University's School of the Arts
For the dust-lined pantry. For the empty doormat. For the sparrows nesting under my car that won’t stop chirping when I scowl at them, Not this time.
Ever Wish You Were Famous? I knew a man who made money as a silhouette. That outline standing upstream, brilliantly backlit by morning, that was him. The famous photo. Chin […]
by Paulina Ferrante “Hard Clit,” says a text accompanying a very graphic photo. In my hand, on my phone, displays an image of acrylic nails splaying a pair of labia, […]
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