Circling the Sun, Angela Lane

costar truisms

“Chocolate Chip Pancakes” — Caitlyn Siehl

You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you.

You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes.

I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks.

You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine.

I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.

Still Life with Peeled Orange and Bunch of Grapes, Albertus Steenbergen, late 19th century.⠀⁠ ⠀⁠ Available as a print from our shop here: https://t.co/LOmFqVfqzE

i want a boyfriend to fold laundry with

Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay

art parallels jeremy lipking, federico zandomeneghi, serge marshennikov, allan douglas davidson, svetlana tartakovska

Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

DREAM HOUSE WORKSHOP SERIES

Ongoing zine workshops where we share our research and a series of prompts that asked attendees to fill their zines with their ideas of the “dream house” not just as a safe space but a site based off of complexities around division, aspirations, traumas, pride, performance, and shame.

“The common representation of ‘home’ in popular discourse as a sacred, celebratory space of security and maximum individual autonomy is far too simplistic and underplays how much of a contested site and a locus of power relations homes can be.” - Akma Haseena Nazar

We have a growing collection of all of the zines that attendees have created over each workshop.

food poetry

frank o’hara, from biotherm (for bill berkson)

All Our Futures, Jody Chan

moving away from your small shitty hometown is just. I hate this place. my best memories were formed here. my worst memories were formed here. I miss the familiarity of it all. the idea of going back makes me feel ill. I miss this specific meal I can get in my hometown. I have been exposed to so much more now that I'm gone. everyone I ever knew was here. the only people I would want to see are the ones who got out. the streets and landmarks are etched into my subconscious. I feel like a stranger when I go back. I refuse to ever live there again. it will always live inside me.

― Margaret Atwood, You are Happy

january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening

Circle Rugs

“Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.”

― Elana Dykewomon, Sinister Wisdom 36: Surviving Psychiatric Assault & Creating Emotional Well-Being in Our Communities

beds for a quiet little exhibition