Tag: 42.2

Visual Artist: Pilar Mehlis

  Chrysaor’s Spoils Altar Eres  La Ronda  Xanthan Investigation 2 Horns of Plenty Pilar Mehlis was born in Manhattan, NYC. She grew up in La Paz, Bolivia until, at the age of twelve,...

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from Sugar Book

Johannes Göransson   Do you think it’s easy to close a wound? To close the mouth of a wound? There is only one way: to go into the mirror and explode. Congratulations on your rotten body....

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CILGWYN ST MARYS

G.C. Waldrep   These are the postures of pain, the mannequins pain makes of us. The mind’s crows settle in the midst of the thorny bush, little dark tongues of flame. It is difficult sometimes...

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Kilter

Matthew Gilbert   The search party’s joke goes, Nothing is lost in these woods except virginity. Mine went missing two days ago, disappeared hiking the Dakotas. Shirtless, outside the mosquito...

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CURE

Sarah Cook   (how do you prepare for anything?) the world            makes days out of our knees               learns to bleed / quietly the shoulder that lets into the...

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Swans Reflecting Elephants

Matthew Gilbert “We resembled each other like two drops of water, but we had different reflections.” -Salvador Dali, on his brother I was making the masks for your exorcism. Working on your face...

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Benth*OS

Joe Pan   After failed attempts to temper the course set upon by man in nature, following violent earthquakes & floods, the great city sank beneath the ocean waves in a single day &...

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Coretta Scott King as a Young Girl

Marianne Kunkel   They tease about the fact that when I was growing up… I used to fight them, but then I would be the one who would become involved with the nonviolent movement. It feels good...

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A State of Feeling

Rachel Luria   Anyone who is to be happy, then, must have excellent friends. —Aristotle “What is the matter with me? I will do something dreadful if I am not careful,” she thought, and...

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A FORKED BRANCH WILL DIP WHEN IT PASSES OVER WATER

S.Marie Clay   Let us talk about the blackness of heaven and winged bats. It is the back then I am after. Even though the past is a pregnant stove burning mutton, I want it. My daughter screams,...

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