Category: Visual Art

Sardines Can14

Alicja Kozlowska is a textile artist living in Poland. She creates 3D embroidered felt sculptures of everyday objects drawing inspiration from the reality that surrounds us, consumerism and everyday...

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Roundel Bows

Kim Rae Taylor is a visual artist and educator. She currently serves as associate professor of fine art for the University of Cincinnati Clermont College. She received her MFA from the College of...

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The Long Afternoon

Kate Peper is excited by gardens of all kinds, in whatever state of glory or disrepair, being naturally drawn to the push and pull between extreme dark and light, natural and man-made objects....

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Untitled

Despy Boutris has had writing published in Copper Nickel, American Poetry Review, TheGettysburg Review, Colorado Review, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. Currently, she serves as poetry editor for...

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Conscience Round

Brendan Egan The pharmaceutical cocktail necessary for lethal injection being unavailable, the State had determined, pursuant to sentencing matrices, XXXXXXXXXXX should be executed by a firing squad...

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We Will Call This Comfort

John McCarthy When we get home from working long days, we know     there are longer days ahead that do not love us. The white salt-streaks following us home in the...

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A Bird Called Prozac

Matthew Tuckner Instead of dying, I decided to rename the birds.Outside my window is the yellow-throatedme-in-me. Holding its wing in my hand, at a rightangle, it looks small, smaller than the radial...

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Aftermath

Stephen Tuttle On the fourth night, Samson woke to remember he had no hair and had no eyes. He had dreamed of angels plaiting his locks into seven cords that reached a golden city and brought it...

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April 18, five inches of snow

Carolyn Oliver And the world’s the same, lessa few smashed tulips.The melting comes beforethe hyacinths I cut yesterdaybell open.The fleshiness of the flowers!As if they relish the endthe stems...

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Cosmology

John McKernan I sometimes go to sleepWith a white umbrellaSuspended above meIts black spotlightOf shadows blanketingWhat must be calledMy Body    Who needs a home?What cries for a roof?   ...

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