Photography UntitledUntitledUntitledUntitledUntitled Alex Stolis lives in Minneapolis; he has had poems published in numerous journals. Recent chapbooks include Justice for all, published by Conversation Paperpress (UK) based on the last words of Texas Death Row inmates. Also, Without Dorothy, There is No Going Home from ELJ Publications. Other releases include an e-chapbook, From an iPod found...
Brenton Rossow
Mixed Media Surrealism 005, 2001Surrealism 003, 2001Fancy, 1999Pupa, 1999 Brenton Rossow is a filmmaker, poet, photographer and musician, who has returned to Perth, Western Australia after 14 years in Southeast Asia. He recently produced a feature length documentary called Shanghainese Parklife: Cultivating the Taoist body and an audiovisual meditation inspired by Taoism and discarded park junk...
Rebecca Pyle
Oil on Canvas A Findable and Unfindable PlaceThe Jacket with Orange ButtonsOn Rio Grande Street, the Megaplex Twelve Rebecca Pyle’s paintings are in many art/lit journals, among them Anomaly in London, Permafrost in Alaska, New England Review and Underwater New York. She lives not far from the Great Salt Lake; she recently enjoyed working in an art studio that...
Federico Federici
Mixed Media alphabetic stripsasemic abacusasemic gouache n.1asemic hyphenationhard to rhymehow to post an asemic rewardreference tableasemic gouache n.5 Federico Federici is a physicist, a translator and a writer. He lives between Berlin and the Ligurian Apennines. His works have appeared in 3:AM Magazine, Raum, Sand, Trafika Europe, Magma and others. Among his...
War of Words
By Robbie Slapvox Her black hair mingled with syntax, she rode into battle on a snow-washed mare, armed only with the testimony she’d gathered from a prior war—with each word a dagger, each sentence a knife, each paragraph a sword. She struggled for courage to face down her foe. She wanted to announce, to herald, to snap together words, to be the first female warrior in the War of Words to defeat...
Encounters
By Kaia Preus The lights flash pink and yellow. He takes the stage, arms lifted. I watch him sing-speak, his words cartwheeling off the stage and falling over us. Sonic confetti. It sticks to our hair, sticks in our ears. He’s all we can hear for days. Eric meets me after work for a drink. We pick a bar we’ve never been to before. The walls are bare, no art. Spanish guitar spills from crackling...
Moneypenny at the Floridita
By Stephen Hull Maria Elena Peña, whom Fidel called “Moneypenny”, had a table at the Floridita bar in Havana, where she went every night to escape the heat. She had been Ché’s cat, and this fact made her a celebrity. Once, she could lead a company of irregulars into a jungle valley without losing a man, withstand any privation, laugh at her wounds, and not incidentally keep the...
Dear Writer
By Madison Garber So you’ve finished another chapter. Sitting back in your ergonomic office chair, you admire the neat strings of words you’ve threaded through so carefully with sorrow. I can see your satisfaction in the slight tilt of your lips—you sadist. But I ask you, sincerely, did it have to play out like that? Would it be too much to ask for a successful date for once? If you ask me...
The Curvy Cage
By A. Farrier There’s a girl named Myra who has a bird cage instead of ribs. The cage runs from her naval to her collar bones and is made of calcium, bowing in to form her waist. The miniature aviary contains a pair of sparrows, three finches, a mocking bird, and a canary. The birds swirl around inside where her stomach would be, flying and chirping. Sometimes they sing her to sleep at night...
The Halifax Confessions: A Memory
By Benjamin Vandersluis I The Deluge greets me. Wood-smoke and cloud are mating twixt earth and sky, those seasonal lovers of cold embrace. The steam of my tea attempts to mimic this, a dance and a twirl of one for one. It is January. Headlines reach out to grab me. Old white men mingling morality and justice like a deadly cocktail. Outrage in the streets. Suddenly everyone is political, everyone...