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 Screaming for your mother to come Only to suffocate And wake up Intertwined with your enemy Your lover Your lustfulContinue reading “Shallow Breathes”
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 silver heels were cutting into her blistering feet. She looked down at her sterling silver watch. 10:33 pm. Her hairContinue reading “I’m Ready for My Close Up, Mr. De Ville “
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 and exploring new modes of storytelling.
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 silent moment― The moonlight and the light of dawn mix― Haze gradually goes to the sky, imagining these silent moment Continue reading “Haze and Night”
by Yuu Ikeda 10 p.m. is the time when I can be the loneliest angel Kiss me, dear my Psyche, dear my beautiful sun 10 p.m. is the time when I can be the cruelest angel Kiss me, dear my Psyche, dear my sole sun Please give me your first kiss About the Author YuuContinue reading “10 p.m”
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 a cricket in the void pens falling to the ground someone clawing at their head Jesus looking down at usContinue reading “Overwhelming a Ghost”
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 having their own distinct place on the sketch. The rocks act as a sort of grounding point, anchoring the sandContinue reading “Memories of Sea Foam”
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 see our house. The farther away from the boat, the more watery the scenery becomes. It’s like Seurat started aContinue reading “Blueberry Summer”