A Simple Machine by Eric W. Schramm

A Simple MachineThe noose that was used to hang John Brown is allegedly in the permanent collection at the Massachusetts Historical Society. Frayed and wild threadsfrom where the knife torethe rope from...

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Writer’s Block by Kelly Jacobson

Yoga tape today played fast-forward, then upward- downward-- pen in child’s pose. Weeds through cobblestones pulled and piled, blown apart-- roots stay in the ground. Dishes in the sink are now...

Two Poems by Thu Anh Nguyen

My Mother Sizes Me You come to me shaking, cradling tissuein your palm so carefully that I didn’t recognizeyour softness, open to me for once....

Not All Fantasy is Created Equal by Rob Bettmann

A reply by Robert Bettmann to Judith Hanna's article for Bourgeon "Exotic Dance", in which she defends the value of stripping.

Three Poems by Elizabeth Cohen

The Museum of 3:00 am This is when they visit youall the gathered piecesof everything. They come rushing inin groups, in squads,in platoons, in cliques. And the...

A Doll With Fries by Ashley Uzer

It’s difficult to be really money-motivated and artistic. Anyone who’s in a creative field — whether it’s music, fine arts, or fashion design — knows...

Three Poems by Serena Agusto-Cox

When You Want to Stay Plug my wound.Gauze sops blood.Tug my body --electric current to my chest --Tether my soul --soft hand to my heart...

Chino Latino by Dana Tai Soon Burgess

Dana Tai Soon Burgess writes about the development of his new dance piece - Chino Latino - and the work's roots in his experiences as a teenager in Santa Fe.

Doing Wholeheartedly by Helanius J. Wilkins

My family never identified as Creole. We always identified as Black. Creole was an integral aspect of our lives, but we embraced it as a way of life; we didn't identify as it. As I create this work my thoughts are circling around my Creole ties and notions of bloodlines and legacy.

Three Poems by Caleb Wein

Witness Tree Does it hurt standing there unable to do anything but watch? How long does it take for soil to stop tasting like blood? A decade? A century? We all hold...

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