Category: art
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Cast this air into the night…by G. Mramor
Cast this air into the night. Author these words for the wind. Dream the dying dream. Fore there is no war made with wind. There is only this. Red knuckles biting with hoar. Thumbs dicking raw scabs. Pink hands peeling from the web. Fore the rose light soars this dreamflight. But no war…
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Watering blue eyes…by G. Mramor
Watering blue eyes and the green passage between us Divets where tractors ran up the brush and you on a mounting road looking back down on a tree you knew Words written you can count the seven you spelt and the three she wrote after for your comfort The side of a cow open as…
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Snowblind…by G. Mramor
Burning snow and cold hands Black the dress wrinkled white Slumbring beasts and inverted eyes Snowblind the dreams hanging from the widow tree. Snowblind the naked doll bending down a wrinkled star. Snowblind the toy soldiers in the smoke of dreams. Snowblind falling this ruin the river runs in me. Somewhere snowblind my father sits…
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A Selection of Works by Joanne K. Cheung
Joanne lives and works in Brooklyn. *** To see more of Joanne’s work, visit her website: http://www.joannekcheung.com/
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That grows from your hands…by G. Mramor
And indifference bears its heart stone, Though a million words be spilt Love lords only the is. In time remember will divest me of this, For a voice in a box An unwanted stone sings its spring. A rose is no flower that grows from sand, And a love is not remembered When…
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Underground Sound: Beggars in a New Land by M. Pitter
The recent music by Beggars in a New Land brings to focus their increasing mastery over modern organized sound. While the genres of their many tracks revolve around House and Breakbeat, they exhibit the effort to bend and warp what we define as these musical styles to create something new. As a duo, consisting of…
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Seeing all that was good in the land…by G. Mramor
Because I was there for the parting of the lakes and I saw the sun swallowed up by a whale and yet I stood transfixed as fires from sunset ran into houses dorming families thrown together in stitches from the war’s end and I watched muted as trees bludgeoned the ends of houses till they…
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More Poems by Jeffrey Park & Artwork by Ben Quinn
Jeffrey Park’s poetry has appeared most recently in UFO Gigolo, The Camel Saloon, streetcake, and the science fiction anthology Just One More Step from Horrified Press. A native of Baltimore, Jeffrey currently lives in Munich, Germany, where he works at a private secondary school. Links to all of his published work can be found at…
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“Headless” by Jim Meirose & Artwork by Sophie Filomena
Jim Meirose has work in numerous journals, including the Fiddlehead, Witness, Alaska Quarterly review, and Xavier Review, and has been nominated for several awards. Two collections of his short work have been published and his novels are available from Amazon. Headless Cool and dry smelling room next to the altar. It held statues—all kinds; big, little, and in between.…
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On Synthesizing Art and Science by M. Pitter
It is particularly evident that art and science do not easily coalesce in thought and practice. Rarely do we link them or allow for an interaction to occur between them. These two disciplines seem to represent two opposing ends of a spectrum where the ways of thinking and practicing are understood to be fundamentally different…
