Allison Markin Powell

Oct 20, 2023 | brickmag.com | Adam Talib |Allison Markin Powell |Thomas Larson

No, this wasn’t a frown. It wasn’t even an expression. This was simply the usual position of Umm Kevork’s eyebrows, agreeing with everything she might say. The same was true of her head, nose, and upper lip; each rose up to indicate her perpetual feeling of disgust.

Sep 21, 2023 | brickmag.com | Kanako Nishi |Allison Markin Powell |Thomas Larson

It’s like precious china. A fresh white, virtually blue. Touch it, and it appears almost to melt, softly giving way. The spot touched turns the slightest pink, as if bashful, and surely, if bitten into, it would taste sweet, with a lush juiciness. Round, with exaggeratedly swivelled curves, and slightly vulgar—it is still and everlasting. Gorgeous. ‘Pale and smooth, with a sudden rise. Beautiful. My lovely ass. A man approached me on the street.