Tag: Winter 2018

Taxidermy Bride

After photographs by Francesca Woodman Head first from the bottom shelf, I spill out, sleep-tumbled, mirrored in the yellow eyes of a stuffed vixen. Here,

A Present To Herself

One day, Mercedes Bernal went to work in a three-piece suit, carrying a long umbrella. A big orchid bloomed from her buttonhole; a thin mustache

Letter from the Editor

Dear Readers of So to Speak: This is my last issue as Editor in Chief of So to Speak. While it is bittersweet to be

Two Poems

 girl with diagnosis or gun #10 this is where I always think it is | no | this is where it actually is I don’t

Lavinia Explodes

 As if you can’t lip read. Cut mute, & love— the mad season ended at the point I willingly put my lips around wood to

Relief

Us and every mammal on earth takes twenty seconds to piss. Imagine that, the great equalizer is between our legs (of course). It doesn’t matter

Four Poems

Self-Portrait as Jessica with Phoropter and Ursa Minor I. It was like following a map that line by line erased itself until one day it

Mothering in Black and White

  I have always been my mother’s child, but not always her daughter. It was my choice. She was not there for several years during

After Hours

Aimee did not intend to stalk her therapist. It happened, as these things do, somewhat naturally. One day she was taking a walk in her

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