cw: violence, self-inflicted violence Sometimes I long to shove a knife into my spinal column.To spear the little red ball of anger and frustrationAnd kill …

Might of a valorous tigress, chasing hopes up the fervescent hill,Femininity is no hindrance to overcoming the obstacles life places before her.She travails eclipsing her …

I am not the night, girlIt is not then when I comeA scattered spurt of silver starsThe silent sex of ship and shoreWhere rich wood …

Lucía Hinojosa (Mexico City, 1987) is an interdisciplinary artist, writer and editor. Her practice develops through a series of conceptual, ephemeral gestures and performative trajectories …

as the bow strikes, a string’s everlasting tension breaks the building crescendo while the individual notes of humanity strain to amplify a larger chord, our …

Press my skull give body to my center not with tenderness but terror and delight press my face magnificent beast into the unknown tenure of …

Come to my dinner party I will bake my ribs sweet with rosemary honey and thyme 160 degrees three hours long bring them out to …

They had always been a force to be reckoned with. For as long as I’d known them. They may not have had a particularly fortuitous …

She left me unknowingly,Leaving me distasteful,Leaving me wistful,Leaving me single again,Again, I’m punished by love! She left no goodbye notes,No goodbye kiss,Not even a peck …

Bellowed and bellied, In heavy breath and daisy chain fingernails-I realise I have no idea Where my light switch is. I only know nighttime, And yellow wine bottles,And books on …