At a Crosswalk
By Alexander Lazarus Wolff I saw the man in a dream. His tweed jacket was threadbare along the length of the sleeve just as I remembered. People rushed around him like water tending to a…
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I Dreamt We Went to See Dokken
We stood in line, noting the band’s name on the marquee. 1980s pop metal—big hair, catchy songs I recall as poorly as the dream. There we were like tee-shirted teens, eager for the doors breaking…
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A Shanty for Siobhan
by Dominic Silvestri I have a tale to tell you, come gather round sailors A tale of a girl who haunts me w’out fail A beauty from the homeland of which I do hail from…
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Shallow Breathes
By Sarah Brownstein Hearts beating Slow and steady Tongues tasting The candied flowers Rain Pouring down Down to the balls of the feet and past Into the dirt Waiting for us to fall asleep and …
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I’m Ready for My Close Up, Mr. De Ville
by Sarah Brownstein Rose stood at the corner of Old Court and Stevenson in front of the red brick synagogue. The December wind blew her long red dress up and out. The straps of her…
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Reflections
Genre: Digital Art // Name: Reflections // Size: 1859 x 2100 About the Author: Sarah Morse is a queer theatrical and digital artist based in New York and San Francisco. They work towards destroying binaries…
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Haze and Night
by Yuu Ikeda Haze says to night, <Please wait a minute>, <Please let me float on the border between night and morning, a little longer> The silent moment― A dewdrop on a leaf falls― The…
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Overwhelming a Ghost
By Anonymous the creaks of a radiator we are sitting on that doesn’t quite work anymore people walking into other rooms, laughing, chatting the sound of footsteps upstairs the snapping of rain outside scratching pens …
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Memories of Sea Foam
Computational Media///1500 x 600 Pixels This piece started as an experiment in color and gradually evolved into a living, breathing stand alone project. I wanted the colors to be related to each other while also…
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Blueberry Summer
By Emily Neves We. We are. We are on. We are on a boat. The boat rocks but is docked on dry land. The land in question is our closest neighbor’s yard, but we cannot…
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