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Mamihlapinatapai

By Kelly Moore

Mamihlapinatapai A look between two people that expresses unspoken but mutual desire–Fuegian language Eyes articulate with a clarity that mouths envy,  but glances cannot be cataloged like phrases—tucked away in tidy files in locked rooms—  They evaporate like dew, dissipate into air like curling tendrils of steam, cooled by the brain with a breath. Silence …

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Parallax

By Lara Niedermeyer

—an apparent difference in the position of an object when viewed along different lines of sight I cannot see the end clearly. The damp— sweat or melting ice, I am not sure— slips, slides, across the map and bleeds the print, and makes the whorls restless, the destination unresolved. Those photographic moments, those stock-still postcards …

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Blindness and Sight

By Shelah Miner

Alice McDermott’s new novel, Someone, shows scenes from the life of Marie, who grew up in Brooklyn during Prohibition and the Depression, and whose life spans through the present day. In many ways, Marie’s life is completely ordinary– the situations she faces as she grows and ages are nearly universal, yet McDermott manages to captivate her readers with the details of Marie’s life story. In the first pages of the novel, we learn that Marie is nearsighted. McDermott frequently mentions what things look like for Marie when her glasses are off, and the book is full of colors, textures, details that Marie might notice more than other characters would because of the condition of her eyes.

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When I look in the mirror, I avoid looking at my stomach. I’ve been doing this for years. In the shower too– I close my eyes, soap up my hands, and lather up my stomach. Some women hate their thighs or their boobs or their nose or their butt, but my problem spot has always been, and always will be, my belly. I don’t want anyone to touch it, pat it, or acknowledge it exists. And while I hate to look at my stomach in the mirror, it’s the first place my eyes go when I see pictures of myself. Is it getting fatter? Can you see my love handles? I will gladly hang up a family photo where I have a screwy look on my face and one of my kids has their tongue stuck out if I look skinnier in that picture than any of the others.

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You People with Depth Perception Scare Me

By Melissa Young

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That’s what I said to my husband as I squeezed my eyes closed, certain he was going to back the pickup right into the garage door. He finally did brake, slid the gearshift into park, and turned to me. “No, it’s you people without depth perception who are scary.”

I laughed. He had a point.

My eyes have been causing me mild trouble for as long as I can remember, though most of it has been social. Because my eyes are slightly crooked, I often look like I’m focusing on a point just beyond whoever I’m talking to. I’ve known since I was a kid what it means when people look a bit confused while talking to me or take a glance over their shoulder to see what I’m looking at. I can tell when someone is looking at my eyes rather than into them.

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