blue sky was only sun. the kind that keeps you swallowing and raining for the duration of walks or the number of dark needles between your hard toes. warm water softens to let me pluck them from my insensitive skin, the kind that tree roots had inscribed with a marred sense of justice.   cellophane — transparent materials or something i remember better and impossible movements were inevitable in the economy of “way back thens.”   blood, purple, and sour vomit in my parent’s home:…Continue Reading “the culpability of distance to burn a place by Micah Giraudeau”

As a child one of your first introductions to gender and gender roles are the toys you play with. Trucks and action figures are for boys while dolls and dress-up are for girls. These toys hold in them a history of assumed behaviors based on the body an individual is born in. The progressive and forward-thinking parents of today work to fight this antiquated assumption by letting their girls play with trucks and their boys wear heels and makeup. Hooray. However, this is still problematic…Continue Reading “The Ambiguous Body by Rachel Gingrich”