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  Texts in the Gothic literary tradition often explore taboo subject matter, such as violence against women and same-sex desire, as a way to challenge and even sensationalize cultural anxieties, questioning and rejecting the status quo. Despite centuries between the Gothic’s peak and today, the Gothic...

    When the first harmonica-stricken breath of “Piano Man” barges through the radio, my hand leaves the steering wheel quicker than my thoughts to jab the station dial. It then comes through as only static, but that’s the better of the two.  The outside air is cool....

      The room holds its breath in the flicker—  Light that lingers just long enough to tempt,  To carve silhouettes but never truths.    A mere tease:  Fingertips brushing waistbands;  A figure shifting in the half-glow;  Beauty haunting the edges of sight—  Close enough to ache for, never long enough to hold.    A window opens—  A...

  introduction   There’s something that draws me to the act of writing a body. A body that’s incomprehensible as a whole, but can be broken down into a set of features to investigate. There were many years where my body was nearby but I was not...

  Strasbourg, Alsace 1518 It’s the sin that begins without a sound, Like a spark in the dark with none around. It tickles the funny bone; plays with the toes. It’s a sneeze of the body and not of the nose.   It’s a tremble, a tremor, a merciless need. It rumbles within—green, terrible...

Creased brow and cracked teeth  Biting.  Wrenching skin that pulls from the nail bed,  Till it bleeds.    Red eyes and rough hands  Choking the pen, slicing the paper,  Carving out the answer.  An answer.    Any answer.  Just as long as it’s on the page.  Get it out,          get it down,       ...

    Her hunger is a quiet thing,  etched into sunken skin stuck between protruding ribs,  an arctic coat thinned and stained,  smeared with the grime of survival.   Beneath her, the sheet of white is no longer infinite; porcelain stretched too thin over the swell of deep waters    The world has grown smaller...

Colonial architecture serves many purposes for the colonizer, but none more universally acknowledged than to reflect the power of the colonizer. Common construction methods and features of colonial architecture are repeated globally across different empires, such as the use of vernacular materials, presence of cultural...

There’s somebody in a sheer white gown Sitting in a wood- panelled parlor, Off the 2 on the 7, Sipping English breakfast tea and waiting for a warning. Waiting for a waltz or a foxtrot By the cinematic lights of a rundown gas station, Where the red and white dirty Petro-Can...