Do you remember a time when CAPTCHA was easy? For those that don’t know, CAPTCHA is that silly looking word test that you have to complete on a website in order to verify that you are not a robot. I understood at the time that this simple test was highly effective in fighting spam and helped websites to function properly.… Read more →
Sophia Glass is a 21 year old artist currently living in the Boston area. Her feminist and queer sensibilities largely inform her artwork. Read more →
I. Embarkation a. Glimmer hopeful bookish eyes [with a side of romantic endeavoring] b. Tentative and desperate relationships desperately gel like shipwreck survivors c. If you were a pirate, your booty would all be lost to gigantic tomes needfully purchased d. Eighteen highlighters, gigantic thermos[es], the smell of raw naked fear mingled with outlandish cock [-iness] II. Despair a. Glinting… Read more →
Part 1 I am waiting for These seven color crystal Balls to grow up – bloom. Hearts in a packet- Don’t eat them. Do compliment Their latest projects. Flowers and gremlins Both need water to expand- The gizmo of life. Candyland mold spore Polly Apfelbaum floor art Pillowy marbles Part 2 “Whatever happens It never gets confused if There is… Read more →
I am new to the world of food. That is not to say that I haven’t enjoyed food. Immensely. Up to this point. Rather, I am new to appreciating it genuinely. Slowly. Unusually enthusiastically. Academically (?). I would like to say that this new approach manifests itself in a graceful way. Picture: me, sitting straight-backed, with curious eyebrows and half-closed… Read more →
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Well, now, lemme tell you bout a crazy house, I’d suggest you don’t wear a nice blouse… Read more →
Crayons and Cut Paper = I’m five Again Read more →
My down coat drank a gallon of snow before the #62 pulled in a half hour late. We sloshed to the back of the bus and sat in seats that faced other seats. Mass Ave was a clogged white artery, so there was time to stare at the gentleman who sat down across from me, with choppy hair and a… Read more →
