Chronicle

by featured artist Olga Nenazhivina New YorkMedium: ink on paper Fish Medium: ink on paper I work in all mediums, but mainly ink and paper. These media are natural materials with live energy....

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Nonlinear Dubuque

by featured artist Christopher Paul Brown Untitled, Diesel Fuel TankDigital camera, Photoshop, archival inkjet pigment on Hahnemhule canvas The series Nonlinear Dubuque focuses on the city of...

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Scientific Illustrator Falls in Love with Printmaking

by cover artist Carrie Carlson  Robin’s NestMedium: Linoleum block print & watercolor As a scientific illustrator, I am inspired to celebrate the synergy of art and science through...

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Beautiful Mother

 Jody Rae It’s a party hosted by people in my old neighborhood, so that should have been my first clue. I bring the girls, against my better judgment, but I want to see old faces, and it has...

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Home Economics

Mary Kate McGrath  On the first day of senior year, I woke up to chanting. My mother sat cross-legged on a prayer rug in the kitchen.  “Hello morning child,” she said, eyes closed. She now...

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Hooverville

Natalie Casagran Lopez Hooverville: an Immersive Experience is a space where American-ness usurps godliness. It sits on a tract of land in Irwindale, California, four miles south of the MillerCoors...

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The Maple Tree

 Zoe Goldstein We learned how the sticky parts of the helicopter seeds stuck to our noses perfectly, like tiny green wings. We learned how it was best to roll down the grassy slope three times in a...

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When the Sound of Bleating Calls You Home

Stephanie Yu The goat baby was exactly as described: half goat, half baby. Born in the dead of night under a new moon. The labor, as it had been foretold, had been difficult. The vessel split open,...

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BRIEFLY, THE FISH

W. Todd Kaneko Art by Herlinde Spahr We will walk down to the beachwhere it’s always night, where the fish open themselvesand lay their guts across the stones, the fish we caught on the lineand the...

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PRAYER

W. Todd Kaneko I watch my father crawlon the ceiling tonight, moving like a bat in the stalactites, a wishin the form of a man clingingto the plaster. I watch someoneelse’s father slither up the...

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