Art Journal
Zev Gottdiener – The Breadman V
V The boy’s mother comes out of the cleaners carrying her sequined handbag and a pain between her shoulder blades. She steps off the curb and winces. The streets are always too crowded when I leave, she thinks, wishing they’d let her come in earlier as she whisks around the legless man perpetually posted […]
Zev Gottdiener – The Breadman IV
The wild light of dusk laid everywhere, permeating the gaps between buildings and forcing itself high across the bowl of the sky so that one felt weighted down with all the colors, filled in with the sun’s last stand on this face of the earth. He’d left his uncle in his office closing down […]
Zev Gottdiener – The Breadman III
Nothing ever works out how you plan. That’s an old trick that ticks and trickles relevance to the point we hate it deep down for proving true. Because that chaos is an integral part of being we also harbor elaborate dreams and plan lofty ends for ourselves, acting them out even while knowing they will […]
Zev Gottdiener – The Breadman II
As he neared the wharf dock, he could tell his uncle would be free. He didn’t know what time it was, but he guessed he’d got up sometime past noon and the market had by now wound down completely. He hoped his uncle was still there, as the only people who usually stuck around were […]
Zev Gottdiener – The Breadman I
I The boy woke up to the bread man’s song, blaring distorted from the loudspeaker’s funnel haphazardly attached to the roof rack by cut up and twisted coat hangers. He was sweaty, caught in the rays of sun broken only by the window bars which cast patterned shadows on the wall behind his head. […]
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Gaelle Voltaire – So Many Holes in the Brain (Poems)
Mater It seemed that all day when I was wandering the city, I was surrounded by a cone of silence and now here I am confronted with this child, and all I hear is noise. The noise of pattering steps, the rustling of clothing as this ugly little thing grasped earnestly for my embrace, the […]
