by M F McAuliffe Crucifix IV So here I hang or stand lashed or nailed to this fine piece from Bethlehem Wood & Steel, and there you are, Centurion. I’ve seen you before, a guest where you shouldn’t’ve been. Most of those eyewhites puddling out from my feet have seen me before, too. They’ve come […]
by Grace Andreacchi UNDOING a smear of blood a section of fine lace dendrites cut crosswise a leaf caught under a turning wheel a chair without arms a single palm leaf folded to make a cross you are no longer these things lie down upon your bed and fold your arms to make a […]
by Julia Ciesielska Colour Collection: Black he postponed his own funeral to shag a random girl hired a double who rested for an hour or more tricked everyone when came back on his place corpse remained silent it is true to say death is for free yet he paid for it with his […]
Merida Review: How long have you been painting/writing/making music? (Yeah, we’re focusing on the art here, but it all feeds into each other, doesn’t it?) Jane Gilday: been painting & drawing–“i wanna do coloring!”–as long as i can remember…my next-oldest sister, connie,(7 years older than me) also draws and paints, and from earliest days i […]
by bart plantenga and Black Sifichi (performed in Finnegan’s Wake in Paris with artist Helena Villovitch; CBGBs, Anseo & WFMU in NYC.) ONE Sure. He had kissed a dog. A dog named “Puddles.” Puddles had kissed Charles Bukowski’s mother. & his mother had kissed Charles. But then, his mother would have kissed a […]
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