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About Face by Alisa Ungar-Sargon

August 8, 2017

    Alisa Ungar-Sargon is a Chicago-based writer. She received her MFA in creative writing from Northwestern University.

Photography by Matt Gold

May 16, 2017

Originally from Ohio, Matt Gold has been living in Bloomington, Indiana for the past fifteen years and has recently relocated to Brooklyn, NY. He divides his time between pursuing his musical career, acting auditions and photography. As a singer and songwriter, Matt frequently performs; some of his music can be found online at www.mattgold.net. As evidence of the democratizing nature of this approach to photography, Matt has no formal training in the visual arts. When he took a simple picture … READ MORE…

Photography and Photo-Montage by Ana Prundaru

May 3, 2017

Ana Prundaru is a writer, translator and visual artist. She writes about human rights policies for a European NGO and serves as a reader for Pidgeonholes Magazine. Her fifth chapbook, Anima, is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press.

Various Works by Deborah Eckroat

May 3, 2017

  1. 21 Days Later, Digital Compilation, 11 x 17 inches, 2016 2. Atomic Annie, Digital Compilation, 11 x 17 inches, 2016 3. Companion Diptych, Digital Painting/Compilation, 25 x 13 inches, 2016 4. Fractured, Digital Compilation, 11 x 17 inches, 2016 5. Night at the Opera, Digital Compilation, 11 x 17 inches, 2016 6. Seven, Digital Compilation, 11 x 17 inches, 2016 7. Soul Sisters, Digital Compilation, 17 x 11 inches, 2016 8. Temperance, Digital Compilation, 11 x 17 inches, … READ MORE…

Various Works by Bethany Lee

May 3, 2017

    Bethany is a visual artist born and raised in central Oklahoma. Her academic background in Philosophy continually influences the ideas that imbue her work, particularly the analogies between time and the vastness of space. As much as her art may attempt to represent in a tangible form her personality and contents of the mind, she is guided by an intuitive feeling that there are sinister forces at play in the world that see human suffering and misery as … READ MORE…

Unfit for Consumption by Kaitlyn Schwalje

May 3, 2017

1. Unfit for Consumption, clay, moss and wood, 20x20x32 inches, 2017 This work is inspired by the following true disaster story: In March of 2011, a 9.0 magnitude earthquake struck offshore near Tokyo. A tsunami triggered by the earthquake then crashed ashore Japan’s Pacific coastline. Water soon flooded the Fukushima Daichi nuclear power plant causing multiple explosions and radioactive leakage. Over 200,000 people were evacuated from the surrounding area. As people left the area some wildlife began to thrive including … READ MORE…

“The Age of Enlightenment” by Michael Harmon

April 28, 2017

The machine I call myself. The mechanism known as me. The clock or timer that I am. Running down and always was. Music in a garbage truck’s Thud of a dumpster in the morning, Or the way another wakes me, Makes far better matter to consider.

“Tall Tale–A Lumber Camp Massacre” by Gina Marie Bernard

April 28, 2017

The snow arrived at 11:11, superstitious numbers for the Cass Lake loggers:     four parallel pines announcing the banking storm. Men had been promised a day and a half of women and whiskey,     and drug themselves from the forest, footfalls heavy as felled fir. These thirsty birlers—Norwegians, French Canadians, Irishmen—carried     upon their shoulders broad axes and serrated saws, but buried deep within their woolens they bore darker truckage:     national pride and prejudice as … READ MORE…

“Ants” by Greg W. Lyons

April 28, 2017

FADE IN: EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT An empty parking lot with a lone streetlight that partially covers the area. Just beyond the parking lot is a jungle gym and a baseball diamond.The park is secluded. At the edge of the park is a fence, and beyond the fence are the woods. A car is parked just out of reach of the streetlight.

“Paradise, USA” by Christine Nichols

April 28, 2017

Let us move to the island of rattlesnakes. I will protect you. Watch me slide off my city-pumps, walk barefooted on hot rocks.  Together, let us dance across the beach, wave our hands like carefree children, feel grit rise between hungry toes. I will ask you—spend the night here, with me on the dunes, bare-bodied in the sand. Know that in this garden, all things are natural. Take away my weapons. Let the hiss of the water conceal their approach.