Category: The Metaphysics Before Us
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Why Modern American Racism Will Exist for Another Few Hundred Years by M. Pitter
The murder of Michael Brown and the police intimidation and brutality that followed has pulled today’s mainstream discourse back into ascertaining how this country’s race problems could be resolved. Resolution of this historically American issue implies a sort of eradication of racism from American society. But how could this be achieved? Modern racism (as we…
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Pardon the Interruption: Summer 2014 issue of In Parentheses is NOW AVAILABLE.
We apologize for the late release — but here we present the current issue of In Parentheses!
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Leave afterword…by G. Mramor
Leave afterword and don’t speak my name. Say instead I was a good boy, a handsome boy. And then you’ll say he was and you won’t know how to say it anymore. Say he and sad see the boy in the velvet blue dress Danni put him in because you’re so pretty. See the boy…
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Here there is no island dream…by G. Mramor
Here there is no island dream. There is the water and the beast Who follows me beneath. Beast Colossus, the one who does not Sleep but lives beyond me. Disperse like the snowdrift clouds. Silent like the long worn face disenchant in the stars. Undying like the lie spoke before me. Two holes…
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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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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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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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When the sky is no longer a safe place…by G. Mramor
When the sky is no longer a safe place the chest of light shall close upon widows like sodding bones wailing on the quai to explosions of feathers like the wet petals of carnations into the sound of the oily sea falling grace stones and fate for a sin you do not even know and…
