Category: Print Issues

51.1

Fiction The Mother Compact by Blair HurleySeverance by Alma GarcíaSome Assembly Required by Jared GreenInsecticide by Angela Yang Art Gallery I Estructuras Insoportables I by Cecilia...

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Art Gallery 2

Issue 51.1 Art Gallery II Collage 30 by Libby Saylor Mixed media on paper Collage 37 by Libby Saylor Mixed media on paper LIBBY SAYLOR has been making art since childhood. She received her BFA in...

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Fascinating Womanhood Erasure #4

Lisa Huffaker Lisa Huffaker creates poetry, collage, and assemblage. She is a frequent visiting artist at the Nasher Sculpture Center, a recent C3 Visiting Artist at the Dallas Museum of Art, and...

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Insecticide

Angela Yang 1. The man printed on the insecticide can wears oversized boots and taut muscles. He looks like he has seen all types of cruelty, grown disinterested, and so turned to benevolent killing....

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Riddle

AM Ringwalt If there was          a rose          in the meadowIf there was          a rose          in your palm Meadow          in the palm          like a...

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Severance

Alma García We are deep, at twenty-seven thousand feet and counting on the east side of the Great Ridge, and we have been ruptured. We are tearing apart. We will remain calm. This is not our first...

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Some Assembly Required

Jared Green The box arrived during the period we would come to call Early Pandemic. We would speak of this time as though it were a distant geological era, a deep stratum, dense with meaning, in...

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The Mother Compact

Blair Hurley Mostly, missing her old life before the baby isn’t a conscious thing. She’s too tired to have a thought like that, with actual words and sentences. It’s more a fuzzy sense of...

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An Unnatural History

Heidi Schulz I start in the Meet the Family Gallery. There, behind glass, are wax figures posed in life-sized dioramas. My dad, smaller than I remember, is reading a Louis Lamour western in his...

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The City That Never Freezes

Kim Drew Wright In my earliest memory with my two older sisters, I’m toddling around a South Carolina backyard, past a metal playset with one of those face-to-face swings you have to pull and push...

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