Author Archive

Musical Egg — William Doreski

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Soft-shelled, softer than a turtle’s, it hums in a nest of rags and yarn. You have to humble yourself to hear it. You have to kneel and cup an ear to catch the… Continue reading

Exhibit at Chile’s Museum of Memory and Human Rights — Michelle M. Tokarczyk

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You think the shards are all the same: Look again. Glass shards in a room of glass. Orienting north, south. Reflecting bodies darker, lighter. Death can’t erase every difference. Glass shards illuminate our… Continue reading

Emily Webber Reviews Space Invaders by Nona Fernández

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Space Invaders by Nona Fernández Translated by Natasha Wimmer Fiction, 88 pages ISBN: 978-1-64445-007-9 Publication Date: November 5, 2019 Publisher: Graywolf Link: https://www.graywolfpress.org/books/space-invaders In Nona Fernández’s Space Invaders, a group of friends remember… Continue reading

Floating Away — Holly Day

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I put the tiny boat in the water and watch it float away. Somewhere, someday, someone will pull it out of the water, either intact or as a sodden, soggy newspaper mess, find… Continue reading

Featured Artist — Christine Mugnolo

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    These new works return to my foundation in figure drawing to examine the rituals, trials and furies of childhood and sisterhood. Created from a combination of live models and memory, these… Continue reading

Special Exhibit (at Ragnar Kjartansson’s Video Installation, “The Visitors”) — Ellen Austin-Li

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I have been on a string of so many days hung low. The truth is I am often tired of being alive, of daylight streaming through the translucent glass of my body, my… Continue reading

2 Stories — Rachel Luria

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The Bull The woman sits at the bar. Next to her a man plays pool. She admires his flanks as he bends over the table. She’s trying to quit smoking so she’s sucking… Continue reading

Mud Baths, Vulcano — Abigail Cloud

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Where fat doesn’t matter, or bones, bodies ideal and folded into the murk, skins unfamiliar under the sludge patted into wrinkles, over scars and freckles. Take the healing of it, years stripped down… Continue reading

From the Ayotzinapa Investigation Report — Lisa López Smith

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*** Lisa López Smith lives and writes from her home in central Mexico. When she’s not wrangling goats or rescue dogs or kids, you can probably find her riding her bike or painting.… Continue reading

Park Row — Tom Laichas

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Park Row is an alley. Beneath the day-lit zenith, visibility is ten miles. If my city vanished, I’d see a quarter million acres: bare ocean, alluvial plain. But Park Row is an alley,… Continue reading

AM : PM — Shirin Laghai

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  With its immersed perspectives, AM : PM occupies the space we hold between each other. Drawing through the multiple realities of a view on today’s China, it evokes a sense of being… Continue reading

Troubles That Bind (or, Poison): A Ten-Minute Play — John Patrick Bray

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Characters: Platform Actors (4 actors, any age, any ethnicity; their lines are not given out individually; rather, it is up to the director/choreographer to work with the performers to figure out which lines… Continue reading

What’s in the Suitcase? — Christine Sneed

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October 2 Dear Mallory, I have been looking for your face among all the faces in this city, but it appears you aren’t here. When I was at Walgreens the other day buying… Continue reading

Hairline — Carrie Greenlaw

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Lots of things come and go—the last bowl from our wedding set cracked but did not shatter. The other seven spit shards at the dump, still pyrex white and hopeful where the flowered… Continue reading

Free Hands — Heather Durham

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I tasted blood. Must have been picking at my lips again. Scraping that bump in the middle of my top lip as if to smooth a seam, or pulling away any chapped strips.… Continue reading

My mom cried on the floor because she was afraid of the police shooting me dead (after Charles Kinsey) — Marcus Lindsey

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My mom cried on the floor because she was afraid of the police shooting me dead. My mom cried on the floor because she was afraid of the police shooting me My mom… Continue reading

2 Poems — Lisa Masé

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What’s Worth Keeping What if it didn’t matter that your parents left to spend two years in Somalia, ripped you from Ferrara to live with estranged grandparents in Kansas? What would remain of… Continue reading