Kristina Naso the dogs come running but we’re lucky we’re wearing jackets strong enough their teeth ...
Leah Dawson Last Call I prayed as I do every night by yoking flame to spliff against a bathtub claw. Lord oh Lord please let my brain dry out. Smooth as silk against my ear drums, which aren’t sharp in the ...
Nicholas Goodly Angel Number 22 you are running black blood you lack the blunt weight of anyone you run through the rug and ruin it you know love by running your fingers through it you forgot what black ...
By Audrey Molloy Only in its ideally lifeless, empty, windswept plains is the life of abstract thought possible. Only there does a mind closed on itself open unto the world, recognize itself in the harshest ...
By Lawrence Jasud …is a question that hangs over every conversation, negotiation, lecture, opening and artist’s talk in the art world. In the larger context, money has become the unmentioned guest in almost every human ...
By Yutong Liu To the machines and devices who stay with me during this isolation time period. When you sit in front of screen, You become me. When you touch me, On the screen, Click the mouse, Type the ...
By Christine Bespalec-Davis She/Her I last saw my students in March, the week before the the city of Chattanooga and Walker State Prison – where for the past two years I have worked as a volunteer on behalf of ...
By Conner Delgado I started this in February. It was going to be about the last pre-pandemic art crawl in Nashville. I’m writing this in July now. My family was almost homeless last month and now we’re living in a house with ...
By Liz Clayton Scofield Dear – Hi! I’m writing you from the place you’ve been yearning for. I’ve included a map for your reference, some kind of guide to arrive at this Possible-Future. I know from ...
