I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair.
I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Contributed By: Catullus, David Macey
I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair.
I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Return to table of contents for Issue 3 Fall 2010
I don’t believe in anything, but nature-via-beauty-con-science— no cable that welcomes us all home. The crafted shore of crying birds. Alone in the belly of a single branched tree. I find these things all with you. Or the words we rearranged and the combinations that split along the dirty water in my head. I like […]
Return to table of contents for PRACTICES, POWER & THE PUBLIC SPHERE Return to table of contents for Issue 2 Winter 2010
Dear Kyle Minor, Maybe after fifteen years it won’t mean so much to you, but to me it means everything to write and say that I did not leave school three weeks before graduation because I was pregnant, and I did not leave because I stood on Principal Ratliff’s desk and renounced Christ, and I […]
