As an artist, I’m on an alphabet soup diet, and I am starving. I chew and swallow, but the letters get stuck on the way down, caught in a tangle of run on sentences that wraps tighter witheach question mark I dot. The lifting of a spoon to my cracked lips animates my taste buds, […]

When we were children, my friend said that she plucks the legs off of spiders and watches them try to dance. She said it casually, as if expecting to be met with like-mindedness. Even now when I see a spider, I imagine it with a lack of legs, too small to even bleed, bouncing around […]