By Amy Cook We hadn’t had a proper winter, but spring arrived anyway, confoundingly on time. Whatever you might have read about autumn in New York, the first morning the rows of tulips open on Park Avenue, or when the purple hyacinth spirals up through a neighborhood garden, or that cloudless April morning when the [...]
By Camille Lebel The First Time, Reclaimed I choose the boy who calls every night to discuss a million nothings, our voices hushing when my mother picks up the line. Sitting behind me in history, watching footage of the earth imploding, his finger traces the one-inch ribbon of skin exposed between low-rise [...]
By Angelica Whitehorne (found poem from Emma’s interviews for the film Good Luck to You, Leo Grande) It’s challenging to be nude at 62. The age that I am. Nothing has changed. Can’t stand in front of a mirror, always pulling something, judging it. The neural pathways of eight-year-olds going, “I hate my thighs.” I was [...]
