Ginny

I like working at the Pyg, because it reminds me of a sandwich shop in Lincoln Park near DePaul University called the Bourgeois Pig. They...

You opened your mouth  and out came the sound of glass shattering I stood up and walked slowly, deliberately, away from you, glass...

An anvil did not drop on your head today. That is one blessing you can count, I suppose. Though you may have still felt gripped in vices...

No one told us we would have to  mourn the day of our birth,  because it really was only one day,  and so it didn’t last that long. No...

You were not some steppingstone.  You were not some era nor a blemish; not some dybbuk  in a filthy box that collects dust and ire in the...

HYPERDOC PIECE (click words) An aging art critic shuffled through the Tate, stomach rumbling, seeking something to chew on. Maybe the...

An early memory of my Lithuanian  grandmother blowing the warmth from an egg with a straw My longing for simple crayon-waxed caresses...

Sweetened-up strings hold fast to your fingers—you hear resonance like a false harmonic when they unstick. You hammer wrought-iron...

AI can never be as alive or as culturally deviant as we endeavor to be. It can never achieve our lived experiences, and so it does not...

All the dreams I had for other women Are coming true for me, today: Seated neatly against a white background, Like a word printed for the...

split the night with razor feathers lap and tear the damp forging onward, no face, indeterminate flourishes and endless collision, cold...

As if nothing were new anymore, Except for the world ending— You remarked, your hands outstretched to usher a popping, crackling host,...

There you go again, blasting Boards of Canada on headphones that betray all privacy! Your nose deep in handheld devices, you wonder,...

It was the first day of the fifth week that the sirens rang to signal soft lockdown. Through the pallid haze outside my front windows,...