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“Formation”—a paradox of a word. A dance or military formation connotes order, confidence,…
> “Formation”—a paradox of a word. A dance or military formation > connotes order, confidence, collective power, but the process of > formation, usually the opposite....
In mourning, I find myself on a wet pillow suffocated // by the conflation of alien affection.
In mourning, I find myself on a wet pillow suffocated // by the conflation of alien affection. Dabin Jeong, “My Mother’s Mother’s Mother —”
Jill Zheng, “H E R chair”
ALT Jill Zheng, “H E R chair”
Amy Yao’s Doppelgängers (2016), a stru... that combines pearls, rice, and plastic imitations of…
ALT Amy Yao’s Doppelgängers (2016), a structure that combines pearls, rice, and plastic imitations of both, considers how observation alone is not always able to identify authenticity from...
Individual Collectivity: Scratching at the Moon at ICA Los Angeles
ALT INDIVIDUAL COLLECTIVITY: SCRATCHING AT THE MOON AT ICA LOS ANGELES Contrasting with the video art, a table displays an array of domestic objects which are arranged in an orderly cluster,...
In the 1980s, stranger danger was a real thing, prompted by the abduction of Adam Walsh, who in July…
In the 1980s, stranger danger was a real thing, prompted by the abduction of Adam Walsh, who in July 1981, had been shopping with his mother at a Florida mall when she left him alongside several ...
I’m myself sitting in the Sistine Chapel very miserable and very sexy
I’m myself sitting in the Sistine Chapel very miserable and very sexy — Wolf Indigo Baker
Petra Kuppers, “Supply Chain Plaything”
ALT Petra Kuppers, “Supply Chain Plaything”
This sense of not-to-be is what cis-gendered people often don’t understand about transitioning….
This sense of not-to-be is what cis-gendered people often don’t understand about transitioning. Their discourse around our bodies, where we are allowed to exist, hinges on the idea that we are ...
On the plate, something fuzzy and teal extended itself to her and waved. Min reached out a careful…
We Love Because HE Loved Us First - The Offing On the plate, something fuzzy and teal extended itself to her and waved. Min reached out a careful finger to poke it and found that it was warm a...
Theo LeGro, “The first time I pried a blade from your fist I told myself never again”
ALT Theo LeGro, “The first time I pried a blade from your fist I told myself never again”
Diana Bellessi, “A Ballerina on the Stage of the World,” translated from Spanish by Sergio Waisman…
ALT Diana Bellessi, “A Ballerina on the Stage of the World,” translated from Spanish by Sergio Waisman and Yaki Setton
Liza Katz Duncan, “Given”
ALT Liza Katz Duncan, “Given”
What can you expect when a whole nation, a superpower, is built upon the principle that not being a…
What can you expect when a whole nation, a superpower, is built upon the principle that not being a millionaire is just a temporary circumstance, an embarrassment soon to be overcome by hard work...
Jocelyn Jane Cox, “Carpooling”
ALT Jocelyn Jane Cox, “Carpooling”
He is a very quiet part of my life, a filter that has been draped over my world so long that I no…
He is a very quiet part of my life, a filter that has been draped over my world so long that I no longer notice how it colors my view, and yet there he always is, and very occasionally I notice h...
The “something else” I felt was ancient: something both dormant yet familiar in the marrow of my…
The “something else” I felt was ancient: something both dormant yet familiar in the marrow of my bones, something that had always been there, but never seen, like a black box of data encoded ...
Old Man Burgins by Christian Scott
OLD MAN BURGINS BY CHRISTIAN SCOTT Keep reading
When the tech brings me back, an image already waits on the monitor: a white boob against the…
When the tech brings me back, an image already waits on the monitor: a white boob against the blackest black. The boob is filled with white lace, white ribbons, white strips of silk, like my brea...
KB Brookins, “Eulogy: Tron Blue”
ALT KB Brookins, “Eulogy: Tron Blue”