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Flight

The rise and fall of life's intervals. Inside there is uncertainty and awkwardness, yet hope and shining moments of grace guide us onward. Often we take for granted our own ability to keep ourselves aloft and balanced. At times we soften our edges or try a new style, but in the end...

Gilded

Laser cut gold leather accents on a cream silk and poplin corset body with real steel bones, finished with gold hardware. Photographer: Heidi Calvert...

Siren

Jagged wooden splinters surged, dark against the ocean froth. They were the same glossy, rich color as the sailor's hair she'd caught a glimpse of at the rail. His inky curls had tumbled down his sun-beaten forehead, above eyes listless and enraptured. The empty, yawning void of...

Little Dark Love

She could feel a smile just starting to tweak the corners of her mouth. He was there, across the room, framed between the business-formal shoulders and pointed gestures of her colleagues. It was useless to resist, even as she tried to avoid meeting his eyes...

Rubber Candy

She grabbed the remote and pounded the mute button irritably. No matter how many songs she skipped past, they all devolved into repetitive, meaningless drivel after a minute of listening. There was just nothing worthwhile in any of the lyrics. Yet the silence now was chafing...

Skirt Full of Stars

They gazed out from the hilltop, glinting sparks of tension in the warm, muggy darkness. He was pondering the constellations of street lamps and headlights below, forming a halo-ed suburban universe. There, a galaxy of lights around the high school and its football field, here a...

Unplugged

She kept scrolling, presented with endless vistas, gorgeous clothes, delicious food. A treasure trove of some fantasy life style, carefully composed and curated. The biomass spinning a golden web of collective desire. It was so easy to get sucked into digital nirvana and imagine someone out...

The Black Thread

She tugged the needle through again viciously, and then choked back a sob to hold the material closer to her tired eyes. What shadow of her teenage world view had made her think black on black was a good idea? Oh yes, black doesn’t show...

Meditation in Yellow

My gaze carefully swept the room one last time. Each piece of furniture, each little knick knack, each book, and each piece of art wove together the tale of a life independent and carefully considered. They were not grandiose possessions, but they were treasured, and...

The Tightrope

Muscles taught with determination, I felt a drop of sweat caress my arm as I sensed his gaze in my peripheral vision. Fighting to maintain balance, we had struggled with the same existential tensions pulling us between defined identities others found so intuitive. Instead of...