Photo by Rosie Lopolito By Rosie Lopolito Home, Unaccompanied After Monica Youn Gravedigger’s clothes should be splatteredwith cemeteries’ grey-green soil to signal loyalty to the dead, and likewisethis gangrene jumpsuit needs a shroud, dusty embrace from a dryad, blossominginto decay. Cover me, clay crackles, unweighted, unscented, and freefrom the miasma of mud out here— this…… Continue reading home, unaccompanied
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Looking Inward: Our Self Portraits
Photo by Niko Navalta By Niko Navalta, Aidan Hurley, Rosie Lopolito, Angie Shenouda, Brigita Przybylski, Kleigh Balugo, Tracy Fuentes A self portrait is often a clear indication of how an artist perceives themselves. In the spirit of alone, we asked contributors to create self portraits that represent their relationship with themselves when no one else…… Continue reading Looking Inward: Our Self Portraits
Fragments of Meals I’ve Missed
Photo by Rosie Lopolito By Rosie Lopolito Even after I had scraped / off the two-hour-old layer / of fluoride, bagels / tasted like artificial strawberries / and glue. Every six / months, a bagel / with a single, experimental / bite / ripped from its pasty side would end up in the / trash.…… Continue reading Fragments of Meals I’ve Missed
Memory
Photo by Rosie Lopolito By Rosie Lopolito After Victoria Chang Memory—was born on December 4th and died the following day of stress or maybe neglect, whichever is easier to swallow when the mature eldest AFAB affliction sinks her polished crooked teeth into glossy tomatoes your grandparent—I can’t remember which one—gave you on a mountain across…… Continue reading Memory
garlic
Photo by Rosie Lopolito By Rosie Lopolito back when i used to play house,there were two little girls—one charading a broad-shoulderedCEO in a polka-dotted skirtand the other arranging plasticfood and flowers on a squat blue table.they’d glow as they talkedabout the kids they don’t have. back before even then, a child with pigtailswould make soup…… Continue reading garlic
the smell of moss
Photo by Rosie Lopolito By Rosie Lopolito you smell like sunlight:warm & woodyclover & wild strawberriespoking between the seams of our futurebrick-bordered gardenfilled with thyme, thyme, thyme(we have nothing but timeand striped tomatoes). you smell bright & brilliantspiced & soft like a chai-laced dream orchamomile & sunflowers &speckles of baby’s breath &surely these aches rooted…… Continue reading the smell of moss
Kindergarten 