The future is bright and here and bruised purple, and a clinical green sky darkens overhead, soon to be pierced by white light. She is there, also. Her words are so fast and wild when the rest is still, and sometimes she smiles at the corner of her eyes. In this moment, she is justice […]

She was petit and clothed in white innocently guilty for sovereignty, trudging through “mud, mud, mud” she says. Bracing her rounded shoulders, ready to incite the veil before gendered eyes; cause to suppress. Vote. Veto. Veil. Voluntary arranging my camera stand on involuntary ground and then the sound: horses trotting to the rhythm of police […]

a troop of starving goddesses march, some of star-drunk skin and some of chewed leather, as you watch through a camera lens, your eyes of nitrate film. you try to breathe through plastic-bag lungs and watch your already-broken- heart break under the cake-stand society, where you sit creamed preened esteemed but somehow never at the […]

Later: she will be given a medal. Back home, she will hide it, Tucked neatly in a drawer so that husband number 1 doesn’t have to remember it, And husband number 2 doesn’t have to know. She will feed, watch her sister, daughter, grand-daughter feed Unwilling children without shuddering, Coaxing little lips open with the […]

Years and years. Subjection to the sphere – but windows are rectangular my dear, here, look at this knowledge of geometry. Look at these skirts in cloth of rustling rage! The particulars of the smash then; one, the load. Small, round, greying. Two, the target. Local and closed. There the reflection. It smiles, it reels […]