Christine Hume is the author of Musca Domestica, Alaskaphrenia, Lullaby: Speculations on the First Active Sense, and the forthcoming Shot (Counterpath). She teaches in and directs the interdisciplinary Creative Writing Program at Eastern Michigan University.
You’re caught between two heads, Two haloes of light, one red, the other an utter absence of light, a loss. In a parallel universe, this is all naturally opposite. Two heads are caught between you. Perhaps you are an NHL
When you are but the proto-villainess, nothing is at stake. You file yourself away, acquire the character of a red herring. You are too tweedy, too intellectual, too many words to be a danger to our heroine. You putz around
The title of the piece as well as subsequent italicized portions that are followed by a page number are taken from J.M. Barrie’s Peter and Wendy. The title is excerpted from the following: “Of course she should have roused the
Return to Home is a series of reconfigured and reimagined domestic spaces from classic television sitcoms and dramas. Using screenshots salvaged from shows as diverse as The Honeymooners, Charles in Charge, and Dynasty, I create photomontages that look beyond the
The body is also directly involved in a political field; power relations have an immediate hold upon it; they invest it, make it, train it, torture it, force it to carry out tasks, to perform ceremonies, to emit signs. Michel
[A man approaches a microphone. He looks at the audience. Go.] -This isn’t where it starts, but I guess it’ll do. -When I was your age, I was seven. -Poof, you’re a sandwich. -You’re a sandwich. -Trains are the coolest
We do not have to believe the things we say, though we may well. The things we say are objects, and we place them in front of us in order to consider them. There may be some repetition in this.
There is a curious way in which writing becomes idealized form. A mysterious process through which the lines become transformed into boundaries which beg to be transgressed, reformulated, upon which we make our attempts at their erasure (or to mark
Marva and Jones liked to go swimming in the late afternoon. They would walk down the steps built into the steep hill that delivered the college from the town. Both college and town were compelling in their ways, but they