We are landlocked creatures, and the birds know better. They teach us about lightness, coasting, and enjoying the in-between, as they hang on updrafts of wind, wingtips gripping the swells as they float— Read more →
Thin
Genre: Featured
Please Keep / Silent / Palms to the Sky
When you are seven, you will learn that a boy chooses dare over truth every time. Let’s play a game, they say, and you run your palms nervously down your key-lime shirt. The fabric sticks to your hands and stretches down—the dense, heavy fabric the early two-thousands were made from. All the boys talk about that one girl, Katrina—so wild she dared someone to lick honey off her giant boobs. Their eyes are jumping with the talk, flaming with a hunger you do not feel. They’ll dare themselves to kiss you. There are no rules to break, and you are your body but your body is not yours. Read more →
My Body May Still Betray Me
Snake – Swamp
Moon Kamiks
They said true to size so I went a half size up. Still they fit like a glove. The third toe on the left made some noise about that. I’ve only recently been able feel them again, my toes.
Some commenters called them moon boots but I think they’re actually supposed to look like kamiks. I guess the platform is pretty out there so I’ll call them moon kamiks. It might as well be the moon up there, the way people talk about it. The platform is thick white and jagged like a cartoon shark’s mouth. Real kamiks aren’t made out for the salt and the kind of ice we have down here. Instead of hide, it’s made of a kind of sleeping bag, lined with microfleece (fur). On each side there’s a pearly little patch of camouflage that looks like ringed seal. A suggestion: call the colour “seal” instead of “quarry.” (Although I suppose there are quarries up there, along with pretty much everything else.) Read more →
Kayfabe (or, The Commoners)
In the stairwell, he said hello to the pictures. They were all generic décor-shop prints, some flowers, some ships. But he said hello to all of them every evening before going in, a ritual that brought him calm, made him feel something like a boy again. There were never any names; just, hello, hello, hello. Read more →