bodies

In this essay, John B. White explores how (not) to exercise.

In the Eucharist we have a material practice that makes of us a social body, implicating all our eating and overeating.

Meredith Kunsa’s prose poem retells the memory of a Pentecostal service where her grandmother, “jabbering in a voice” she cannot understand, gives a command that both haunts Kunsa and compels her to conclude that there is no Jesus in her, that “I’m not who I think I am.”