“The Queen,” from Temple of Flora (1807), Robert Thornton. The Devil Knows My Name The devil follows me day and night because he is afraid to be alone. – Francis Picabia Last night, the Devil came to see me         I don’t know if I was sleeping or awake. It was evening […]

Madre “Oh dark mother, wound me with ten knives to the heart” P. Neruda I Mother: have you heard your voice the last few years? Do you know what you’ve lost? your name your age and your dreams? They swapped your eyes for darts your fingers for worms and your feet for pegs. I call […]

“Planta” (2007), Myra Barraza I Was Lucky I was lucky to adapt my blood to conventions. Another day among dull faces and from out of my mouth appear Contradictory psalms. I’ve also had bad luck Men search for me with reproductive hope As if the whole continuation of our species depended on me Their sperm […]

It’s so nice how you are and how nice it is to be around you and I think you’re amazing. You make this one face that I love so much. Is it this one no not that one. Less scrunched up. Is it this one no it is not that one either. Is it this […]

What makes Helen falter in front of the pawn shop is the beat-up electric propped up in the window, its silver paint peeling just clear of the glass. In her mind she had already touched it. It is so unlike Helen to open the door, to walk up to the counter, to stand doing nothing […]

https://fenceportal.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/A-Seam-of-Electricity-w-Dauphine-Crust-for-FENCE-final.m4a           What is a house unelectrified, situated on a continent-wide grid of electrical possibilities? Failure in the interiors of modernity— keystone limber in the going logics of domestic illumination? Is it even legible by the tools we have of reading houses, grids— of reading settlement? Does it even exist in […]