
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,
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,
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
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
girl with diagnosis or gun #10 this is where I always think it is | no | this is where it actually is I don’t
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
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
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
“If you write you can forge / A substance that is other than the woman of substance / You are. If you do it to
There’s a myth in my family about the woman who was so fed up with her pregnancy, she forced her body into labor. She was