By Caroline Walling Unzip from center to crown; allow a slow un-bonding. With a shrug it slips the bones of my arms; rolls down the curve of hip, peels from the softness of thighs, the firm calves, the map of feet. I step out. For a moment it is a cashmere cat, a salmon skin, an oyster. I gather it up like a newborn, lay it on the table Hair spread from the scalp as a peacock's tail. Close the thinness of the eyelids; brush a thumb ove

By P.S. Lynch ‘The home of Rudolf Höss, commandant of Auschwitz will soon welcome visitors. The house in Oswiecim, southern Poland, was “a great place to raise children,” said Grazyna Jurczak, 62, a widow who raised two sons there.’ New York Times, January 2025 Monday, they opened the Höss House of Horrors. Eighty years since, and Footfalls thread each room in turn, Capturing silent snaps by iPhone. Forbidden miseries of hidden Hell. “Like on th

By Gergo Sastyin treetops soar as high as the clouds. mud and rocks weigh down the shoes. a butterfly crosses in front. the lake’s pellucid and invigorating— heavy drops of proleptic shadow disturb a reflection otherwise so pure, so perfect: now caught in a maelstrom of amniotic fluid, colostrum, and blood. distant birds flutter—it must be real, otherwise a numinous sigh would accompany this scenery: god’s approved or doesn’t care. twin-tears follow the first effusion. fl