wild like children.

the gemini girls

picking petals off a daisy.

photographs by Mariam Sitchinava

excerpt from "Throw Like A Girl" by Jean Thompson

what it sounds like when doves cry

photographs by Misma Andrews

excerpt from "Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Truman Capote

I once knew a beautiful bird.

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,

And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
I wake to a mausoleum; you are here,
Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes,
Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous,
And dying to say something unanswerable.

The moon, too, abuses her subjects,
But in the daytime she is ridiculous.
Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand,
Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity,
White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.

No day is safe from news of you,
Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

"The Rival" by Sylvia Plath

photographs by Aëla Labbé

i wish i had a river i could skate away on.

photographs by Mike Bailey Gates

excerpt from "The Sleepers" by Walt Whitman