In Heat

An illustrated image of shooting stars, with a band of lighter color around the edge. The image is in blues and purples.

Runaway

A new poem by Samantha Bohatsch.

This is a detail shot photo of someone’s wrist, their skin a color like milky coffee, and just barely visible on their inner wrist is a faded stamp, like the kind one may get as they enter a party or club they’ve paid entrance for.

reassembling histories by putting them into bodies that dance (rework) *

I never felt the impact of ideas and theories expressed about music. I feel that they are a kind of intellectual punishment to music for being so accessible in an epidermal, sensory way.

Image from a Cassils of a person on fire againsta a black background, presumably wearing a flame proof suit, arms outstretched.

I am the pre-burned, the burned, the burn, the cool

Is it legally possible to get fined in hindsight for having attended a party during the Covid lockdown? If so, the following story is fiction, set in August 2020. A potential superspreader event – except no one got sick.

This is a photo of Hester the dog. She is lying on a grassy bank nearby a river or a lake. Her shadow is cast over the grass and she’s looking at the water intently.

Diaries of a Bitch in Heat

Apparently it could happen any day now. I’m not sure what to feel. Excitement? Sure, but for what? For the one heat I will ever have, which probably will not result in sex?

Photo collage by Bard. It consists of three images, each with a bright blue frame. Two of them are selfies, one of his body in shorts and t-shirt lying on a bed, and one of his face also lying on a bed. The third image is a comic of a bear and a man kissing.

Hot or Not? 2

I’m 33 but my face is 2 years old. No, I haven’t had a face-swap surgery like in that Nic Cage movie. I’m just a trans guy enjoying the magical touch of Testosterone.

How to Boil an Egg

With long talons on feet and fingers and scruffy thick hair, we move slowly. Fluidly, awkwardly, heavily. We survive a heatwave, extremities doubling and then tripling in size, itching and prickling, I run them under cool water for relief.

A fisheye, solarized appearance image of a person with a bob haircut and a staff blocking a black shape. The image is blue, pink, red, black, and white.

gestating vampires: four poems

The following selection of poems was written between March and June 2020, kindled by my personal experience with unwanted gestation during quarantine.

A three panel image of a window. The left and right panels feature a white edge of a window with a black outside with eyes looking back at the viewer, while the middle panel has a yellow sun cut off at the middle. This image is a crop of the larger image by Candice Purwin, below.

French Cinema and Me: A Tale of Two Summers

I used to live for summer. The other seasons formed one long purgatory to be endured in anticipation of the moment when I could finally flourish under the blazing sun of foreign lands.

The image shows an open book with some words underlined in red. On the left side of the book are 3 drop-shaped crystals.

Warming Up for the Unknown

Warming up for the Unknown is a warm up Xercise manual to prepare for unknown and indeterminate outcomes. Engaging non-linear process, every warm up proposes a series of steps that don’t share what one is warming up for.