"Dear Anna– The word, you told me, was metamour. That is what you call the person who is dating the same person you are. This is what good polyamory looks like, you said. You have to unlearn everything toxic..." —Allison Darcy
"Dear Anna– The word, you told me, was metamour. That is what you call the person who is dating the same person you are. This is what good polyamory looks like, you said. You have to unlearn everything toxic..." —Allison Darcy
"My father took all these photos, kept his SLR in its underwater casing, even though we lived two hours from the ocean. “I’ll teach you sometime,” he’d say." —Allya Yourish
"My father took all these photos, kept his SLR in its underwater casing, even though we lived two hours from the ocean. “I’ll teach you sometime,” he’d say." —Allya Yourish
"A series of cables were hooked up to the orb, as if it was all nothing more than a simple construction site. I live in Hong Kong, so I suppose, technically, there should have been unending bamboo scaffolding as well, but there wasn’t." —Sai Pradhan
"A series of cables were hooked up to the orb, as if it was all nothing more than a simple construction site. I live in Hong Kong, so I suppose, technically, there should have been unending bamboo scaffolding as well, but there wasn’t." —Sai Pradhan
"There is violence in food: getting it, cooking it, eating it. To crack open a coconut, hold it in one hand. Meet the scratch of the brown husk with your fingers like claws, arm outstretched." —Shella Parcarey
"There is violence in food: getting it, cooking it, eating it. To crack open a coconut, hold it in one hand. Meet the scratch of the brown husk with your fingers like claws, arm outstretched." —Shella Parcarey
"It leaves the memory of fun I took in destroying perfectly made things: mailing bubbles, green fronds stripped of their stems, sturdy cardboard boxes, seedpods that fell like helicopters, a fully bloomed dandelion..." —Stephanie Sauer