Tag Archives: Rachel E. Frankel

Your Shirt

I wore your shirt yesterday out of habit not love, yet because it was yours I couldn’t help but take note of its loosened fit on my smaller frame, the sheerness of cotton worn one time too many; this old, … Continue reading

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Genesis

Even in blindness my hands make sense. When the ground shakes, my feet will grow roots. In black nothing I exist somewhere— a small seed in the pavement. Rachel E. Frankel is a multidisciplinary artist living and working in San … Continue reading

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