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Miracle on Phoenix Avenue
Miracle on Phoenix Avenue
Austin Dalton The bittersweet summer of 2010 found me living in Albuquerque, New Mexico (clarifying which state I’m talking about may, in fact, be beyond superfluous just because this piece’s readership is probably not conditioned to think of any other Albuquerque, but I digress). In the six years since I’ve lived in the Land of Enchantment, you might say that I have come to regard it much more…
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Feeling All The Wrong Things
Feeling All The Wrong Things
Myra Johansen It’s hard to understand why we as people think that certain emotions should be felt at certain times. Especially in the face of horror, sadness, and pain. I will feel whatever I feel unapologetically and anyone who has a problem with that can get out of my way. Part 1 Part 2
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Poetry by Vanlyn Turner-Ramsay
Poetry by Vanlyn Turner-Ramsay
Pining; I’d love to explore your inner mind if you found the time. Our collective consciousness ever suffocating from the lack of breaths we take. Forever the unknown; Intimidate Untitled; hold me tight. never let go suffocate me right until my body goes cold. may your warm bones give me relief from all of your meticulous mental grief make me a new home in the deceitful lies you throw kiss me…
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Only Happy When It Rains
Only Happy When It Rains
Edmund Barker The summer of 1996 still sits in my head like a tumor, and if I’m patient enough, I can sift through the hysteria to remind myself of little details, both important and vague. It was a summer when op ed cartoons about the presidential race all blended together, when my favorite possessions were my Doc Martens and a Smashing Pumpkins poster over my bed, and when I was called into the…
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14 Small Shiny Things I Found Laying on the Ground, Ranked by Their Mystery of Purpose
14 Small Shiny Things I Found Laying on the Ground, Ranked by Their Mystery of Purpose
Jacob Earl Jacob Earl is a visual artist from Palmer, AK currently living in Olympia, WA. His work can be found on his website SaveTheCroissants.com.
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In The Company of Birds
In The Company of Birds
Isabel Carpenter-Zehe There once was a beautiful princess, who lived in a jade castle on an island filled by all sorts of colorful birds. Every day the princess would watch the birds fly from the tall tower in which she inhabited. She watched the blue birds swirl in-between the green tips of trees, and the pink birds dive through the dense jungle to grab a bug or other tasty snack from below.…
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The Art of After
The Art of After
Becky Shirley All romantics meet the same fate someday… -Joni Mitchell, “The Last Time I Saw Richard” He presses the metal tab at the top of the beer can back and forth, back and forth, trying to force it to break. He does this nonchalantly, this small destruction, and never stops looking at my face. “Admit it.” “No. Never” “You hear this song and think of me.” (more…)
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The Evergreen Film Fest 2: Trash Talk Film festivals are kind of a surreal experience—let’s be honest. No self-respecting person would ever dream of sitting down in a darkened room with a crowd of strangers and willingly watch a string of amateur screenings, one after another, without so much as even a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel as your ass slowly falls asleep under you.
Poetry by Kira Sabini
Poetry by Kira Sabini
Some of My Favorite Things Walking Mangata in zyzygy Sonder inspired mudita, sonorously inspiring wonder, Cherishing komorebi, lightning and thunder Chrysalism Surrealism Realism A Season’s Greetings A gust of blustering chill Billows about Dressed in Autumns leaves Stout trees lean north then south Echoing my sense of thrill Passionate colors kaleidoscope across monochromatic skies A priceless…
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450 Feet Deep
Blake Vincent A group of students sat around a flickering ambiance amid the gardens of the third level’s common space, a scene of controversy and delight, naturally a scene for conversational types and opinionated twerps. Media pavilions, where salons such as this took place, also housed seminars, dramas, and screwball entertainment. Public screenings of old-time entertainment, or rather…
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Fire and Ice
Masa Kawamura
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Autumn Rythm
Masha Jennings Did Know You That Fall? Leaves Do Why They Die? What Life Is Them? To Many Leaves How Fell Number? 30 In Strength Lies Enamel In Heavy To/o Hard Stretch Enough “BoomBoom BoomBoom BoomBoom”* You Do Weigh Feather As Or …
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Paintings by Coby Werlin
Paintings by Coby Werlin
Coby Werlin jumps between the chasms of painting, drawing, and video artwork, usually in pursuit of the body. Although his portrayal of the body has never been quite perfect, it’s the improportional physique that is more interesting and artistically stimulating, anyway. He is currently studying video production in order to dismantle the human body even to the all-seeing camera. Folk Fest Body 40
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All The Same
Masha Jennings Feeling like a colonist I get the gist You plant the corn And I write silly poems That’s it. That’s it The gist is that I write silly poems About corn And you live serious poems about breathing. You draw a breath. You draw a breath I write a silly poem About drawing a breath. You live a silly poem about love I laugh. I laugh At your suffering And weep at Your success. What…
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Art by Teague May
Art by Teague May
“Feeling the brilliant force of everything or the simplicity of nothing at all; the fascinating contemplation of these elaborate understandings, or lack thereof. To constantly interpret the balance of existence that creates a content equilibrium. Yet to be confused by the awareness of this self, the universal balance, & those perceptions of emotions. This concept inspires my artwork, typically…
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Photography Series by Ruby Love
Photography Series by Ruby Love
Bees Evergreen Morning Kansas Prairie Burn Evergreen Moss Rodin Garden Self Portrait Paris Fountain Paris Couple Paris Metro Cormac Portrait
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