by Zev Gottdiener Dreaming Up Place: Landscapes Through Time, and The Politics of Sustainability. Sitting under a faction of the ubiquitous bougainvillea streaming low across a friend’s yard, you have a front row seat to the march of a changing landscape. The once forested view of the past, across the dirt path recently figured with […]
by Carmen Mojica Fabian The subject of home comes with a lot of emotions, thoughts, and memories. Physically, I am living in the South Bronx. I’ve called the Bronx home for nineteen years. My parents bore and raised our family for the first seventeen years of my life in the Morrison-Soundview area before they moved […]
by Dana Jaye Cadman Limitlessness and Impetus in Search & The Possibilities of Satiation In the search for content, limitlessness means that we can search for art whilst and where-ever we please. And we expect to find exactly what we are looking for. It’s simple. I know what I want is out there. In a […]
by Brian Trimboli We’re brought up on stories and the overall meaning they convey to teach facts alongside moral values. But what if that knowledge is only surface deep to begin with? What if we, as writers, often think of the page as two dimensional, and forget the fundamental sounds of our voices toward saying […]
by Leigh Phillips 33 keeps wanting to undress itself, so put on more concealer instead. Liquid makeup / Fond de Teint Liquide. This one’s from Clinique, and it’s supposed to fight blemishes while it paints over a coat of 600$ prescription skin cream. What not to swallow: Duac Topic Gel (Clindamycin 1%, Benzoyl Peroxide 5%), […]
by Frannie M. There is a reason we write. There are many reasons. We write to persuade, to entertain, to move, to communicate, and to deceive. When we pick up a pen we have an intention, fully formed or not. There is no writing without voice, without intent, or purpose. Because voice is, I posit, […]
by Tracy Soren A few years ago my mother found some of my elementary school papers hidden in a night-stand drawer. As per children who made it through the trials of kindergarten, there was an abundance of sloppy drawings, last ditch efforts of sad brown crayons, and my name scribbled across the top as if […]
by Zev Gottdiener . . . (don’t worry, they’re not THAT poisonous) Better yet, like the geckos and everything else that doesn’t automatically, bite, sting, swarm, or generally feast on you, spiders feast on those that do those things. Put the sweet potatoes in the dying coals so tomorrow . . . […]
