“One day his fingers will grow knobby, he will start to sag. I pray to the goddesses, the gods, the eggs, the clouds, the trees. I pray to the wind that he will grow old and die well.” — Jessica Bates Copy Share Image
“I try to feel my own edges in the low light. I send my mind to the outer edges of me — where do I end? I send myself to my innermost edges, and I see that in both directions I am… — Jessica Bates Copy Share Image
“I respond to many names. Sometimes I am different people. Sometimes I am the me that howls in the night. Sometimes I am the… — Jessica Bates Copy Share Image
“One day his fingers will grow knobby, he will start to sag. I pray to the goddesses, the gods, the eggs, the clouds, the… — Jessica Bates Copy Share Image
“I try to feel my own edges in the low light. I send my mind to the outer edges of me — where do I… — Jessica Bates Copy Share Image
