What comes after Post-Modernism?
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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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386, 387 by Owen Lucas
Owen Lucas is a British writer living in Norwalk, Connecticut. His poems have been published in more than thirty reviews and journals on both sides of the Atlantic. During 2013, twenty-two of his ekphrasis poems were serialized by Mountain Tales Press. Other recent credits include The MacGuffin, A Clean Well-Lighted Place and Off the Coast. Look for…
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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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Foreground… by Brittney Bullock
I dreamt of our demise like clockwork, now I don’t belong to anyone anymore. They used to talk about freedoms such as this but I never understood it or even thought to ask their names; I wish I did. They told me that the day is nothing but the night in disguise rolling along and…
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Now On Sale: Winter 2014 issue of In Parentheses Magazine
Happy New Year to our extended IP family! You can now grab yourself a print or PDF copy of the latest issue, from volume 2 of our magazine.
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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…
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Sharlie by Ryan Keith
If I close my eyes, I’m lakeside. I’m sitting on the ground. There’s a stick in my hand for no reason that I can tell, and there’s a little fire. There’s night, too, which is nothing especially remarkable — except, of course, for the fact I’m wide awake.
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He Died Alone… by Brittney Bullock
I think it must have been beautiful when you died laid up in such perfect solitude counting sheep until the cows came home, until the daylight broke, until the sheep were gone. I imagine there was nothing less than a flood of color clouding the perimeter of your face like a Byzantine idol and rushing…
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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…
Do you create?
