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Dance Macabre Event

Yvonne Welman

“My work is a personal reaction to social issues.”

Yvonne Welman’s sense and purpose in life are her paintings. She uses them to make people more open minded about the social and philosophical issues, to see if they agree or not. She creates visual stories about her experiences and ideas.

Beauty and traditional painting can attract and give more willingness to at least try to understand.  She uses color, composition, materials, icons to reach her goal.

She wants people to understand that we need […]

Dance Macabre Event2023-12-19T03:00:19+00:00


Lore Skoulatos

Lore Skoulatos is a writer and artist from New York. Her writing has been featured in The Gallatin Review, Caustic Frolic, and NYU’s WeSearch Series and has two self-published poetry collections. Her artwork has been displayed in NYC galleries and modeling work featured in Mashable, Snapchat, Vanity Fair, TLC, and various art photography collections.


Triptych – Main

Joe Fischer

Joe Fisher: Born in Nicosia, Cyprus, lives and works in NYC.

Graduated from Cooper Union

Exhibited in galleries and institutions, including The Larry Aldrich museum.

Received a Yaddo fellowship (Spent a summer working alongside notable writers, poets, and musicians.)

Painting published in the New England Journal, a literary magazine.

Reviewed in Arts Magazine by Frank Bowling.

Produced films and documentaries.

Worked as a graphic designer, visual effects and titles.

Triptych – Main2023-12-19T02:59:51+00:00

Becoming Song

Mark Strohschein

I am tired

and only want

to try 

nothing more

than to


into sweet, sweet tones

the redwing blackbird owns,

or to ride

on delicate

winds of

the thrush’s song

wondering why

all along

I couldn’t just die  

of a beautiful song.

Mark Strohschein is a Washington state poet who lives on Whidbey Island. His work is forthcoming in Flint Hills Review, Cosmic Double, New Note Poetry and […]

Becoming Song2023-12-19T02:59:39+00:00

Be Creative

Cristián Pietrapiana

About the Artist

Originally from Buenos Aires, Pietrapiana lives and works in New York City. His work explores the vulnerability of human nature and its environment.

Pietrapiana has been awarded the Sheldon Bergh Award, has been selected by the City of New York’s DOT Art Program to create a site-specific outdoors installation in LIC, Queens, selected artist for the LTA Program of the Guggenheim Museum, Chashama Residency Program as well as The Space Program in LIC. His […]

Be Creative2023-12-19T14:23:33+00:00


Robert Beveridge

sweep of hand

puppets flung

to batter


and table corners

lie cracked


bleeding on the floor


bleach will kill it

stomach acid

saliva immobilizes

like premature burial

hypodermic bleach

needle full of clorox

in the upper thigh


Manhattan Travel Host

Jeffrey H. MacLachlan

skipped class / junior year

fled rural / jersey

first / time

nucleus / capitalist

manhattan / friday

december / thirteenth

apologies / for pauses

still breath / catching

homeless / slumped

rows / supplication

skyscrapers / mighty

credit’s / fallen

broken / disciples

rockefeller / cardio

celebrity / anchor

barbecue / morning

styrofoam / loaded

bowl / steam

center / buckled

left after / appearances

cleared / turnstile

napped / abandoned

a / train

dream / revelation

arose / square times

such / a clatter

asteroid / quarters

rushmore / plummet

resurfaced / cosmic

explosion / blossoms

homeless / cozy

ghosts / christmas

future / retail

santas / looting

packs / voracious

morality / illusion

war is / over

pleading / static

survival / pulses

pupils / aroused

jewelry […]

Manhattan Travel Host2023-12-18T23:54:32+00:00

when it’s over

RC deWinter

I had my
toenails painted blue
just because
I could – and
why not? May as well match them
to the rest of me.

All these blues
in different shades –
robin’s egg
to midnight,
sky blue to cerulean,
heaven to the sea,
which is my
heaven, the place I
want to be
when it ends –
all the hoping, the wanting,
the thrusting for place.

So bring me
to the water, a
boxful of
ash; scatter
me broadcast over blue waves
indifferent to
a few more
ounces of grit no
longer blue,
reduced to
the gray of finality,
sinking, sinking, done.

RC deWinter’s poetry is widely anthologized, notably […]

when it’s over2023-12-18T23:54:40+00:00

Dancing for the Dead

Merna Dyer Skinner

Forgotten are the living           who disappear 

       into skyscraper sugar clouds          Eyes perched

above cheekbones      necks searching    for the Sun 

      inside lightning       Autumn’s iron spoons 

dance    shuck and shuffle      the Clapper Fandango 

      stirring      desert silences        into applause 

from    afterlife performers          Praise-sounds 

Dancing for the Dead2023-12-18T23:54:50+00:00

When The Flood Came

Laurel Silverwood

The white dove landed on the roof 

and tumbled down the chimney.

It emerged from the fireplace

with wings all dusted black.

The girl mistook it for a crow

and chased it from the house,

ignoring the olive branch in its beak.

When The Flood Came2023-12-18T23:54:59+00:00
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