Tag: photography
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The Long Walk by C. Rich Jr
Charles Rich Jr. was born in North Carolina and raised in Jersey City New Jersey, where he currently resides. He’s had a spotty college career. He was last seen at New Jersey City University as a Creative Writing and Fine Arts major. He’s a Truck Driver.
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Serious Question (If I Had a Heart) by Carmen Guzmán
Carmen Guzmán is a writer from Puerto Rico living in Boston. By day: a Boston University alumnae of the film and television program who blogs and shoots videos for a non-profit. By night:an expediter at a restaurant in Cambridge who enjoys a good whiskey. In her head: another story. How Many Cups Of Coffee Does…
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Photography by Kiwana S
If you have picked up a copy of our print magazine, you will recognize Kiwana’s work from being heavily featured in past issues. The following is a gallery of some more recent submissions. If you are a photographer and would like to be featured on our IP blog or in the print magazine: please follow…
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Snapshot – Short Story by L. Breen
All of her family photos are amateur in the purest, most endearing sense, characterized by eyes squinted shut and flies shamelessly unzipped, and although the background may change – the Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, the Lincoln Memorial — the photos come in only two standard compositions: her standing beside her mother and her standing beside…
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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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Feeling Okay – Poem Submission by C Smith
Feeling Okay If Danni calls, you can tell her I’m doing just fine.
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Unity of Existence – Vignette by P Chatelain
As I looked out over the thousands, I felt subtle and individual spirits. At a distance, a visage of indistinguishable beings with the same life energy as a mass of grass or cold ocean. They lined the horizon in multicolored specks of life. Thousands of consciousnesses, blurring together into one unity of existence. (and I still can’t…
