Phase Two of Gender Fuck is underway! |
What is Gender Fuck?Gender Fuck is a collaborative project between artist Sarah Haas and passionate aficionados of all types, genres and mediums. This project investigates the thin divide between femi...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 11:55:00 GMT |
Mirage |
It was her voice that got me,the way it spit outall cracked and raspy,her tongue rolling under her lower lip,thin, scarlet and forked like a serpents,flickering out between breathsas if tasting the ai...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 19:40:00 GMT |
Red Lights |
I can still see the sanguine-rusted lightshovering over vestibules,blood-red curtains tied to the side,a translucent partition separatingme from a woman.She leans against the window, her fingerssplaye...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 09:52:00 GMT |
"Libby" |
What is it you expected to seestaring back at youfrom this mirror;your eyes dolorous and pleading fulsomeface swollen like a stuffed piginfectiousthe treacly smell of your breathfogging up glass.Did y...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 22:09:00 GMT |
Requisition |
Tell me how to feel as numb sets in,displaced between memoriesthat refuse to abate.A hush of air, brush of familiarity.I set my seat among you,unfold my chair in the opposite direction,steal your plac...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 09:18:00 GMT |
To My Father |
I thought of youthe other day,that taught face,insidious scowl,the abrupt wayyou would pick up a phone,conversation curtailedas I fumbledstolid and glowering.I carry an imageof your eyes,truculent,hov...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 20:09:00 GMT |
To My Mother |
You stalk me through these waking hours,flesh branded, mind inscribed,your name scrawled in black ink. Boney, protruding nose, calloused hands, insoluble eyesbleed into my nights,the way you balanced...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 07:56:00 GMT |
Hope |
I consider my thoughts in silence,tongue weighed down&your ubiquitous smile stretching easilyacross a broad face, shiny brows, arched,thick and black.Your words abate my worries,smother any fear linge...
Posted by on Fri, 25 May 2007 06:26:00 GMT |
Raw |
I kissed youone night,that insoluble moonspinningbetween us,fat, dripping invirulent yellows,so forebodingI almostchangedmy mind.But I stepped forwardanyway,the raw chill of nighttemporarily distilled...
Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 19:48:00 GMT |
