Thank goodness for art & thank goodness for you.
Read MoreHere’s to the ugly & the marvellous, loud enough to reach the edge of night.
Read MoreWhen I think of the word hag, I think of the greying light beyond the horizon before a storm. I think of possibility hanging heavy in the air.
Read MoreWhat if we encountered our bodies the way they are and said, “this is good enough”?
Read MoreIssue VIII will sing to the theme of sforzando (the car-struck bolt of dissonance; the backslide into wreckage; the single note of shattering).
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