“I never came out. Although, I feel I come out every time I write a bit.” This pride month, Fractyll magazine chooses to celebrate the contributions and work of Kim Windvogel, a queer South African poet of color, an activist, and a United Nations fellow. Besides being an absolutely delightful person (I’d recommend […]
Conveniently parked atop Canoe Studios in Manhattan’s Western Chelsea, was the totem Rolls Royce: The hot voluptuous car– around which everyone pranced in revelry–with Hennessy. A terrace abundant with prominent lights transformed concerns into dream. Revelry, with Hennessy… angelic caterers and bystanders, mostly dressed in black…(like the car)… pronounced agendas, relevant to steer. Peer-ing forward, […]
As a kid, I religiously peeled the skins off grapes first. A bitter foil to the soft fleshened interior to follow, I bit them brief and swallowed whole as a sort of drum roll. That stark of a distinction between the skin and its grape body hadn’t existed again until this day… several decades later. […]
