What comes after Post-Modernism?
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On the morning of oblivion…by G. Mramor
On the morning of oblivion I rise with the mourning star. I move through the crowds and let our shoulders bump, our hands touch, our eyes wonder. In the park light dazzles children climbing hills, dashing fields, running the jungle gyms lords of all. And in the cafes hairy legs and summer dresses, grizzly beards…
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Kanye West, Yeezus, and Andy Warhol’s “Business Art” by P. Chatelain
I feel like I need a certain disclaimer before I say anything else. Disclaimer: I am a Kanye West fan. That seems sufficient. When I saw that there was an interview on NY Times with Kanye West, knowing that his album Yeezus is coming out this week, I had to take a look. Because, with Kanye, that…
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(VIDEO) “You Can/Can’t Touch My Hair”: Natural Hair on Display by R. Uribe
Ramelcy Uribe is a student from Haverford College from the Bronx, New York. Her internet presence is centralized here. Simply put, the “Natural Hair Movement” for Black womyn from all across the Pan-African diaspora has become our re-introduction to rocking our natural curls and naps. For many, it’s the first time since our childhood or…
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Belief…by G. Mramor
Can you mock me so, because I wish to believe? Can you attack me so, because I wish to believe? Can you hate me so, because I wish to believe? But what is my belief, that makes me so? That is rapturous and deadly. That in my hand is a paper timeless and in my…
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8 Ways to Occupy Your Eyes on the Subway by M.Pitter
Regardless of the city in which you find yourself, whether or not you keep your ears plugged and dressed with music, this list may be applied to most (if not, all) of the subterranean mass transit systems of this planet. On the train, you can: 1. Look directly at other passengers: When boarding the train,…
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The father is gone…by G. Mramor
I have not returned to set the bones in my father’s body. I have come, and these with me, we bear the oils and the cloak. Our sisters will make the words and the procession, we will mourn for centuries. But we will take him over these city walls to a city farther and there…
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OPEN SUBMISSIONS: Volume 2 of In Parentheses (July 2013)
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I Knew you were my Sister by Brittney Bullock
Ever since the frosted tops of mountains cut their names into the sky and struck that brilliant chord, making their magnificent sound heard all throughout the land and almost making us cry, we spilled our guts to each other like little lambs in their final hours, declaring “Freedom” as our name, making us fully willing…
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Where roots spread into oblivions…by G. Mramor
Where roots spread into oblivions,
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2 Poems by Akiva Savett
Akiva J. Savett has been published in The Eunoia Review, The Washington Post, Etcetera, and Caesura. He teaches Advanced Placement Literature in Potomac, Maryland. He holds an MA in Literature from University of Delaware and lives in suburban Maryland with his wife and two children. Seek A blanket bump on her brother’s bed, she giggles…
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