What comes after Post-Modernism?
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The New You
I like you like a song. The kind of song that runs right through me at first listen, it sounds so good. There are flawless harmonies, igniting rhythms, spirit-moving lyrics, standing ovation-worthy vocals all working together, working so hard so they cannot be forgotten. A song I’d catch on the radio, half-way through, disappointing me…
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That I have done in my heart…by G. Mramor
I created heaven and eternity
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Not A Big Deal (Excerpt 2) – Short Story by P Chatelain
(For excerpt 1 click here.) Not A Big Deal by Phillipe Chatelain Author’s note: Not a Big Deal tells the story of a tragic situation that serves as a catalyst to connect very different people. New friendships are formed and old friendships are questioned, but at what cost? — “Holly!” I could hear my name from outside…
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Secretum de Somno – Poem by J.Gawrych
lost checking empty pockets, overturning carpets wondering where the world keeps all the jewels and why i don’t have any. weeks as a truant checking mirrors for answers praying on mornings to change the nights. & found visions in sleep of crystals unknowingly possessed opening palms to discover shining treasures round stones of forest green…
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A Call to the Public
At about the midpoint between our very successful first issue and the highly anticipated October issue, we are looking to revamp the In Parentheses brand by opening a call to new contributors for the IP Blog. We see the blog as a very important connection to our public that runs alongside the print quarterly, and…
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AfroPunk: Cutting the Color Line by M. Pitter
On the motley shores of Brooklyn, the popular notions of what once constituted black music has dissolved into ambiguity, a mass of genres, including much more than just hip hop and r&b serving as methods for musical expression by artists of African descent. The 8th annual AfroPunk Festival at Commodore Barry Park served boldly as…
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How Not to Shape Tomorrow’s Leaders by J. Levowitz
This past week has been one of my busiest in a while. Hours spent on creating lesson plans. Daily workshops on managing the classroom. Hundreds of new names to remember before school starts. On top of this all, I was asked to design the welcoming board outside my second grade classroom. Never working well under…
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Psalm I…by G. Mramor
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Shame shall be your monument…by G. Mramor
Do not look at me
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Said my dream…by G. Mramor
Can you see the wasting of my heart
Do you create?
