Category: art
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‘along the happenstance of thought’ by phillipe chatelain
along the happenstance of thought do thoughts drown while asleep like a shark in place! the light doesn’t reach them completely. they float
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III. It wants more to be glad…by G. Mramor
I can already feel your disgusting inside. It grows and makes me grow. But still I am a little thing you say. And because I am a little thing I cannot hold you back and not even my disgusting makes you sad. Because you are a part of me now like I was part of…
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II. Like beating the scarecrow by the lake…by G. Mramor
I cannot sleep, I will not wake. Through the walls I hear the beating. Like hitting something empty, like hitting something stiff: like beating the scarecrow by the lake. And then the water comes. It bunches the glass and stops my bleeding, like the tree now gone who blocked the water. Then I will be…
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I. This is what you say…by G. Mramor
Nothing you say is thrown aside, but thrown inside. Thrown inside to settle in with all the other things you have said and done. Thrown to scatter and create. To grow a sapling and then a tree until there is nothing but forest in me. Let nothing die and no one live. This is what…
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Hannah Lejter “Infatuation=Alienation”
planes my body is here but my soul is on a plane out of here. i look down at white sands and imagine i’m flying over clouds. i turn away from the sun so the wings of my arms won’t burn. the seatbelt sign is always on. my lover wears no seatbelt. he’s on no…
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For now or for always…by G. Mramor
Young and thinking a name is forever. Fore after years snowblind the snow has settled and runnels down in icy blue flows and rivers past my feet, colding the memory in me. Yet the oldman can only smile. Fore that mountain of ice and snow has become this valley’s basin. A cold blue that warms…
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Submission- Re: Gallows by N Marata
To think of surgical gallows Through broken garden paths Like a stubborn tulip Who loved the moon instead Frayed, I go and leap Through noxious sewer-creeks “Plop!” go the stepping-stones As my father did before Sprint past the torn meadow Through fallen trunks and shoots And fading past The hymns he used to…
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Photography by Kiwana S
If you have picked up a copy of our print magazine, you will recognize Kiwana’s work from being heavily featured in past issues. The following is a gallery of some more recent submissions. If you are a photographer and would like to be featured on our IP blog or in the print magazine: please follow…
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Poetry submission: Aboard the greyhound by Elena Carpi
Elena Carpi is a graduate of Temple University where she studied English literature and Italian language. She has lived in France, Italy and Colombia and is currently living in Western Massachusetts where she is working on an Alpaca farm and writing her first novel. You can find her poetry and prose at http://elenacarpi.wordpress.com/ … I…
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VIDEO: Phillipe Chatelain talks about ‘taking shots alone’ (prod. by Carmen Guzman)
I had the opportunity to work with my very special friend Carmen Guzmán to put together this short video about my latest poetry series taking shots alone.
