Unidentified Snack-Mix, Orange and Salty (Last Seen Possibly Becoming The Christ)
There was comfort in all these things, like I was placing my isolated act of snacking in my recliner, alone in a small room, into a framework of collective experience.
JAKE
Lengthy Footnote Covering Unusual Disturbances at the Township Council Meeting, County Ledger Entry No. 205599428a
Of course, the entire Council, as a whole, was disgusted by Mrs. Cartwagon’s obvious lack of concern for the law, but we decided to let that go so that we could hear the rest of the story.
Instructions
If you find a doorknob in the trash...
Queer Boys Are Still Having Sex
“Gay sex, by definition, is transgressive.”
Embodying Language
A visual poem by Jill McCabe Johnson - "The body is a situation" Melissa Mathewson
Under the Thumb of Patriarchy
A visual poem by Jill McCabe Johnson
The Widowmaker Tried to Kill Me, But Failed Miserably
I didn’t know I’d had a heart attack until the morning after, once the stent was in and I’d had a good night’s sleep flat on my back with a weighted pillow on my upper thigh where the surgeon cut into my femoral artery.