Are you dead yet? We're writing letters to our future selves wanting to know if we can outlive men with beautiful hands. Are you dead yet? It's been months, years since I heard the voice of my husband seen felt his beautiful hands. Are you dead yet? A memory: thirty...
black pearls on a string when young lustrous men dazzle yet frighten us for many our first encounters a plundering inspired by and a few lines taken from Simon de Beauvior’s Second Sex black pearls on a string when young lustrous men dazzle yet frighten us for many...
The tongue is lost—now blood pools in her mouth. Her maid stops the wound with a tampon, split down the middle like some carpenter’s unlucky thumb. Philomela The tongue is lost—now blood pools in her mouth. Her maid stops the wound with a tampon, split down the...
I’ve heard we only remember the bad things that happen to us I’ve heard we only remember the bad things that happen to us but I don’t want to forget my silences times my reality & experience were overruled such forgetting would be one more form of erasure I am...
This is the part of the story about my first time getting wasted that most don’t hear This is the part of the story about my first time getting wasted that most don’t hear the part when I wake up at Stacey’s house with her boyfriend on top of me, holding a bottle of...
A trace of her hair tucked away, his skin beneath her nails. Each square reminded him of hopscotch. Her head like a tetherball. What kind “The loneliest thing in the world is waiting to be found.” —Sarah Linden, The Killing A trace of her hair tucked away, his skin...
Okay, or entitled little shits Okay, or entitled little shits until taught not to throw sand, “bitch,” direct punches. A catchphrase can be cute, explain away aggression, catcalling, rape. Blame, “can’t help themselves.” Try putting other words there, say, “choice,”...
With her new magic, she makes you invisible. With her new magic, she makes you invisible. The women with black eyes do not see you, in your bare sleeves, your tired, unmarked face. The women with black eyes can say doorknob. Can say staircase and fell down. She...
We, women, grew hungry, ate from a pile of unassuming, pleasant rocks. They fell down our throats, slipped into the blankness of our bodies. We, women, grew hungry, ate from a pile of unassuming, pleasant rocks. They fell down our throats, slipped into the blankness...
This is a game for girls: putting a hat on the cat, putting pants on the cat, drawing a turkey by tracing her hand. Little girls like cats. 1 This is a game for girls: putting a hat on the cat, putting pants on the cat, drawing a turkey by tracing her hand. Little...
ROOM 48.2 TRAVELLERS
In ROOM 48.2 TRAVELLERS we reflect, dream, manifest. Join us in these human ways of time-travelling, from infancy to the future, through relationships and into surreal realms.
Seeking members who love literature, events, merchandise, and supporting marginalized creators.
Travellers | 48.2
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Wits End | 48.1
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Full Circle | 47.4
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Bodies | 47.3
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Seedpod | 47.2
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Utopia | 47.1
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Fever Dream | 46.4
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