Adrijana in Pancevo, Serbia #126 (Love)

I need you to hurt me with your awful, clawing love. Humiliate me, mangle my insides. Just love me. Release me from the prison of myself. Only shattering, shuddering, auroral, entropic love can do that.

Casey in Monticello, Florida #125 (Sorrow)

I heard a pretty girl singer on the radio this morning singing about hitting rock bottom. I've birthed two stillborn children. My husband's a drunk who fucks around and beats on me for exercise. I was born poor and I'll die poor. Who would fucking sing about me? You fucking idiots would rather listen to some brainless 20 year old pretending she's had one hard day in her whole pointless life.

Ae Sook in Pusan, South Korea #124 (Love)

I feel like the water in an atoll
Surrounded by your thin strip of land
You don't occur within me
Instead you're all around me
I can't see where my hands end
And yours begin

Sin in Hecla, OH #123 (Love)

As long as there's longing.

Carmen in Del Rio, Texas #122 (Sexuality)

Setting: A dark blue 2000 blue Ford Focus parked in the desert near the Texas/Mexico border. Budding and wilting. Trembling. Ashes.

“Can you put your hands on it? I won't tell anyone. We can get something to eat in a little bit, just please touch it. I'm scared; alone. Look at how hard it is. Will you touch it? Put your mouth on it?”

Peres In Manizales, Colombia #121 (Self Evaluation)

What grows is what should survive. Species include: wildflowers, weeds, death and illness. We ought to learn to value and cultivate the living and dead organisms that thrive in the ruins.

Laura in Orkney, Scotland #120 (Hyperreality)

Child dead in the garden. Mother squatted in the weeds and birthed him. He was icy cold and purple and blue like a bruise. Drinking blood from the wound of a slain animal, child. That's the acrid taste of life.