Sunday, November 15, 2015

Visual Poetry II by Gary Cummiskey

Victoria Williams: 0297

Tell him… tell him I still love him, and I’m going to burn down his house. He will be the victim of my roving, indiscriminate affections.
I’ll tell him you said hi.

Pulp Fiction


Sunday, November 1, 2015

Visual Poetry by Gary Cummiskey

Feeding the Revolution by Vashna Jagarnath

"Food – not eating it as much as eating it – has always been tied to political action."

Victoria Williams: 0296

Who are the people that open windows at this time of year? You need to go to the doctor because there's something wrong with the way your body regulates temperature. Buildings are for sheltering us from the outdoors. Windows are there so that we can look at the outdoors without actually having to experience it. Humanity had survived by coming indoors. Why are you flying in the face of history? In short, if you love the outdoors so much why don't you go out there and marry it?