Tag: 52.2

Aluu Prosper

“Stern” “Can you feel our pain” “Envisage” “Critical” “Autopilot” Aluu Prosper Born and raised in Nigeria, West Africa, PROSPER ALUU makes figurative and expressive...

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I am Creating a New Drug

J.C. Rodriguez By rolling together gray hairs, capers, nettles, & tuna in a page ripped from an old tabloid. A tube seared into existence from burnt dust & browned butter. It’s smokable,...

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Kenneth Ricci

“There is a beauty that remains” “Every woman deserves” Kenneth Ricci KENNETH RICCI is a self-taught NYC artist who has been creating collages for the past seven years.  In that time his...

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clove hitch

p. hodges adams2023 Greg Gummer Prize Runner-Up come hear me, in my twenty-fifth yeari stopped having sex with gender i meanmy lovers all favored the vestibule of language outside the party i mean i...

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M P Pratheesh

“43” “101” M P Pratheesh M P PRATHEESH is a poet and artist from Kerala, India. He has published several collections of poetry in Malayalam language. His texts and images were part of “let...

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Jim Ross

“Biltmore Ballgown Triple 10” “Coral Reef Crysanthemum 2” Jim Ross JIM ROSS jumped into creative pursuits in 2015 after a rewarding career in public health research. With a graduate...

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Thirst Trap For L’Inconnue De La Seine

RJ Equality Ingram           For Wesley Gibson Often I have imagined myself arguingSoftly w/ the wind & wake the way oarsSlip in & out of the murk barely a splashA quiet night on an...

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Lena Snow

“I am from Neptune” “Agnes from Enceladus” Lena Snow LENA SNOW is a fine artist based in Germany who currently has her studio in a small town on the edge of the Black Forest (Gaggenau) where...

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There is the Day Filled with Too Much

Allison Field Bell My grandmother Ethel: I never met her. She died when my mother was twenty-one. Breast cancer that spread to the brain. She raised seven children. She was a naval officer in World...

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Lullaby for an Adult

Peter Vertacnik           –after Patric Dickinson All the doors are locked. The dog’s been walked.  Each tap, each burner off. No dome-light glows in the garage.  Through that...

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