What comes after Post-Modernism?
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People of the Early 21st Century: A Selection of Photographs by M. Pitter
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Carcinogen by L. Breen
As he watched her through the window, the man noted that she was not particularly beautiful. Yet he knew that if he could be anything in the world, he would be her cigarette. He would be her brand. She wouldn’t settle for anything less than him – his particular blends of tobacco and menthol, the…
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Three Poems Written in Brooklyn by Carmen Guzman
This energy from my ink. If I write, and write, and write, who reads?
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Rain on the Brain and Other Poems by John Grey
CHRIS You drank away a third of your life, slept a third, and wrote in what remained. No, for a third of that last third, you tried to make a go at something else. And then, the second third was all about women. Bui the third third…that’s when you really came into your own. But…
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A Whole Economy of Objects and Other Poems by Nolan Allan
A Whole Economy Of Objects We are climbing a ladder toward gear-shaped caverns, a flash-frozen wind’s trembling above a barren land-fill. Can you imagine
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Monster on the Mound – Story by Tim Tobin
Monster on the Mound Monster on the Mound marks Mr. Tobin’s third appearance in In Parentheses. His work also appears in Grey Wolfe Press, River Poets Journal, Static Movement, Cruentus Libri Press, The Speculative Edge, Rainstorm Press, Twisted Dreams, The Rusty Nail, Whortleberry Press and various websites and ezines. Follow him on Twitter @TimTobin43. The…
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Life Without Motion: A Conversation with Sculptress Carole Feuerman by M. Pitter
In today’s world, many people would agree that what is deemed ‘reality’ exists only as far as the collection of each person’s subjective range of awareness, whether physical or metaphysical. But then, some could say “No: Reality is an objective truth concurrent with the passage of time in which all people, things and places exist.”…
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One drink and seven or ten…by G. Mramor
Because he does not want to believe that one drink and seven makes no love. Because in the far back of the taxi he can see her head on his shoulder and her hand on his knee and his on top of hers like they’ve never been away. Because the boy next to him sees…
Do you create?
