What comes after Post-Modernism?
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Last Ride by F. Sassi
Fabio Sassi started making visual artworks after varied experiences in music and writing. He makes acrylics with the stencil technique on board, canvas, or other media. He uses logos, tiny objects and what is considered to have no worth by the mainstream. He still prefers to shoot with an analog camera. Fabio lives and works…
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What the Cat Dragged in! by E. al-Bashir
The young boy watches from afar. Cognitive mist turns to monsoon at the twist of a thought This Dick: 1. To Make babies, 2. to wax that ass, 3! to wax that Ass, 4. (to Start a Family). Click fast before a virus. Oops! Click from that fat ass to Selassie in the chapel and…
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In-Flight Programming.
I just wanted to mourn in peace, in private, but it was difficult to do with a window seat. I could disturb my neighbor only so often, hide in the bathroom for so long. I tried to keep myself occupied, take my mind off of things for a while. I’d gaze out beyond the aircraft…
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Samma…by G. Mramor
‘You can’t do this Peter.’ ‘Hand me that will you.’ He points to the white robe. ‘Peter, look at me.’ He grabs his friend. He looks at him. ‘I’m ready Matt.’ ‘I don’t believe you man. What about Emma? What about your mom?’ His friend smiles. He lets go. ‘I’m ready Matt.’ He passes him…
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The People’s Tea House
Domino pieces rapidly slap onto the table in the opening salvo. The tempo increases with the soft chimes of stirring spoons. The crashing sounds of saucers begin to build. Layered over the percussion section, the din of chatter completes the daily opus heard at the Shaab teahouse in Slemani, Iraq. In the traditional fabric of…
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2 Poems by Samantha Seto
Darkened Moon Amidst the whispers of the night, all alone, the mournful moon wept upon the deepened world of dreams. The woodland tears quivered with circles of colorful leaves, dances of indigo nocturne imprint into dirt. In wheat fields of golden grain, when summer days grew longer, we used to play along the brook as…
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Social Science by M. Pitter
Social Science as we know it today (in our corner of the world) consists of a collection of observation-based theories that give ‘reason’ and organization to the ways in which human beings interact with other human beings in the stratified ‘cosm that we call ‘society’. Suppose we apply the ‘hard’ sciences to our daily lives,…
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A Series In Which Neurosurgery Poses as Poetry – Poem by J.Gawrych
All hail the brain!
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From the hall of government…by G. Mramor
From now on the land is burnt
Do you create?
