Kowa and Reta
By Alexander S. Adam
Micro-perforated paper. Faber-Castell PITT artist pen.
9in x 12in
Alexander S. Adam is a doodler, web developer, and graphic designer based in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
Gma
By Sophie Dess
My grandmother’s eyes at times are obscured by two thick sheets of glass placed in cat-eye frames – she wears bifocals, which means she can’t gauge the scale of a decline. I think it’s formally deemed ‘a problem with depth perception.’ Thus, stairs pose a particular problem; her shaking hand is always in search of a surface on which to balance her small – but nevertheless imperious – figure.
I travel with her down to the subway platform and watch her ring-adorned fingers shake until they clasp something stable. My eyes always settle on the […]
Exodus
By Dan Murage
On December 1st, we wake up in the early hours of the morning and trek to the polling stations. While we wait for the polling personnel to arrive, we regale each other with stories of a new country, a new democracy again. Some hail this moment as “The New Gambia” and have with them banners to publicize their creed. We stand in line for thirty minutes, after which everyone starts getting impatient: women begin singing victory songs, men beat their drums and children cheer, sneaking in […]
The Camaraderie of the House Fire
By Megan Maloof
Your oven has been on all day,
Scarlet embers from your cigarette fall into the recycling bin
The curling iron is curling the plastic of your countertops-
Whatever it is,
Your house is on fire.
Family photos and garbage burn the same way.
Faces peak from between curtains to look down on you-
Vultures for gossip.
The more active neighbors
Are standing in the middle of the road,
Bathrobes unfurl in the wind,
Like depressed Supermen.
They’re taking videos,
“For insurance,” they nod.
“You can thank me later.”
As they look and stare at your mistakes,
They ask you how it could’ve happened,
Not out […]
Terms and Conditions
By Brianna Abbott
Stan Jackson hadn’t moved in about three days, unless you count wheeling his desk chair into the kitchen as moving. He tried to ignore the large, dark circles under his eyes whenever he glanced at his reflection in the computer screen. Sleep would have to wait; he had a project for Financial Planning due in two hours and an essay in Business Ethics due in five, and the word-processing program update installing on his computer didn’t sense the urgency.
“Come on” he begged. “Come on, Draxal, you piece of shit. You […]
The End – Montauk
By Jessica Stilling
At the beach, near the ocean, she can only bring herself to eat shellfish.
And the techno music, the Hamptonites, they are not her scene.
“Women are always talking about it, going into the sea. You know, like The Awakening.” She teaches English at a college on Long Island.
“Oh yeah”, he says. “The Awakening. Yeah. Right, women going into the sea. Hordes of them.” He shakes his head and smiles. She’s not sure […]
Odinn
By Shaun Berke
Oil on linen
40×52 inches
Shaun Berke is an American painter of the Venetian School; apprenticeship, Odd Nerdrum, Stavern, Norway; apprenticeship, Richard Houston, Venice, Italy; apprenticeship, David Luce, Pasadena, California; instructor, Art Center College of Design; B.F.A., Art Center College of Desing; A.A., Moorpark College; member, Getty Research Institute; member, Portrait Society of America; lecturer, Williamsburg Oil Colors; awards: The Art Renewal Center, Westlake Village Art Guild, Thousand Oaks Art Association, The Gerd Koch Paris Grant, The Alpine Fellowship. Living in Pasadena, California.
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By Sarah Fields
Archival Pigment Print, 2015
Sara Fields is an artist and educator from Austin, TX. She recently received her Masters of Fine Arts from the Savannah College of Art and Design. Her work has been exhibited across the United States and she is currently represented by Photo Méthode Gallery.
Best Damn Driver
by Ben Shani
Across the monitor in delayed succession the new deliveries specifics sputter out: Address, order, estimated time of arrival, and or if there are any special sides. I’m first in line to take the next batch, three or four I lug in a worn-out bag and race around town, mapping out the quickest routes to get where the customers wait. I never want to be more than two minutes with one customer. How you doing tonight? You see the game? You need any cheese and peppers, any plates and napkins? That is my small talk. That is […]
Hydrophobia
By Seamus Mullin
She could not shower for three days because the water made her nervous. It was a fever of the brain. It was a complete loss of control. If not for the letters, she would have forgotten her own name.
She waited along the route of the heroes’ parade to see her soldier returned. He was filthy too, with desert sand embedded like insurgents in his pores. They were invisible, but she could see them.
She took him in her arms and licked down the side of […]