I finally began to paint a story based on Gianni Rodari’s tale about The Fisherman from Cefalú who finds a tiny sea creature and the sea creature begs the fisherman not to throw them back. The sardine-sized creature promises they’ll make the fisherman rich if the fisherman would feed and care for them. So the fisherman reluctantly takes the tiny sea creature home and packs them in with his other twelve children…
Read MoreJess Perlitz’s work is informed by our formations of landscape and the body’s place within it, finding points of desire, incongruity, and disruption…
Read MoreI queef. I yawn. I breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. I lasso the previous night’s dreamings, lust, adventure, naughtiness, wild tongues, deep down throats, shuddering and free…
Read MoreWe’re walking down the sidewalk of the big city where we live when one of us shouts the floor is lava and we reveal our true selves…
Read MoreNo matter how they were decorated—with a couple freckles or a fire truck-red tip or a profusion of foreskin—there was no way to spruce up a dick, an item devoid of adornment, an item of utility…
Read MoreThe blueprint was all there, easy to see forming on the day we went running in the woods, then swimming in the pond, then laid in the grass in the sun. Before we ever kissed where my heartache filled the space between us, a space a little too far apart to be more than friends. I wanted to touch your hand, or your arm. I threw grass at you the way teenagers do. And we talked and laughed like there was no unspoken tension. My heartache was the backbone of everything, forever…
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