Contributions by Laura Solomon
In Vitro & Halfway
In Vitro
My children are made by me, but borne by others.
The pain of childbirth holds no appeal; the screeching, the tearing, the blood,
the whole world drowned in amniotic fluid. A flood.
The subsequent stitches of brightly coloured thread.
How…
The Head
It was beside him on the pillow when Blair awoke in the morning, grinning at him inanely.
“What are you doing on my pillow?” Blair asked.
It seemed a logical question. It turned to face him and said “What are you doing on my pillow?”
“Hey, I…