The year I started junior high, I played ringette on Wednesday nights. One of those nights my father told me we had a stop to make before going home. He said he was painting the guest room of Madame Lavoie, a friend of one of my father’s colleagues at the […]
Rituals | Martha Schabas
Nothing like sadness or anger set in right away when M sat me down one afternoon last February and told me he was moving out of our apartment. The conversation we had after felt relaxed and almost warm—it seemed perfectly normal when he paused after twenty minutes or so and […]
Boys Club | Jack Donnelly
When I got to a certain age, though I was unaware of its certainty, my mother, with concern, took me aside and said, You are going to have to learn what I do, and have done, to know how to appreciate women in all of their habits and performances. It was too much for her to be a wife and a mother. I was only a son.
Moth | J. M. Wong
Her cheeks had sunken so drastically that her cheekbones were much more pronounced than usual, giving her a very sharp edge. Her lips sagged, corners of her mouth drooping. The distance between her nose and chin was reduced. A bit of dark hair sprouted underneath her nose and on her chin as if she was starting to grow a beard. Without her teeth, her face had partially collapsed.
Mormorial | Peter O’Brien
Joyce said, “My head is full of pebbles and rubbish and broken matches and bits of glass picked up ’most everywhere,” which leads me to integrate wit, wisdom, and wreckage where I find them.
Anxious Fish | Ysabelle Cheung
In the market near your flat, the fish are still partially alive when you buy them. The yellow-aproned woman calls you over, gesturing to the croaker, the red snapper—“so fresh! I’ll give it to you for 35 dollars!”—with blood on their gelatinous eyes, their snouts, leaking or twitching all over […]
Police State | Drew Richardson
I have always used art to express my personal struggles as a young, gay, neuro-atypical black artist, and to understand myself as an individual who is continuously being molded by my environment. Growing up as a black person in an environment with a high crime rate, being constantly reminded of […]
But There’s Music in the Trader Joe’s Parking Lot | Ali Littman
“There are a few starlings in there adding to the syncopation,” a woman said to me in the Trader Joe’s parking lot. Her safari hat slipped down the back of her head. Her white hair flashed a beat of purple. Her zinc sunscreen beamed in patches next to her nose and beneath her ear lobe. A zucchini rested at the top of her grocery bag, which she lowered to the pavement, to slide her hat back over her head. She needed a proper look at the tree.
Textures of Light and Shadow | Barbara Paulus
Barbara Paulus is an artist, writer and photographer living in New York. She studies film, publishes zines and binds her own books using thread and beeswax. To this end, she is learning to keep bees.
Three Portraits | Tanya Levina
Born in Minsk, Belarus, Tanya Levina moved to New York City in 1995. She studied painting at studio the Arts Students League, Slade School of Fine Arts in London and The New York Academy of Art. She is a recipient of a COJECO Blueprint Fellowship award and has been featured […]
Machtig Prachtig / Mightily Marvelous
Born in the Netherlands, Tamara Stoffers is an artist who has long been fascinated with Russia and the Soviet Union. As the artist puts it: “[The USSR’s] typical visual language in architecture and art feels nostalgic to some and is still relevant to others. I compose my images from old […]
Screen | Shinto Imai
Shinto Imai was born in San Francisco, California on October 30, 1981. He holds a B.F.A. in Painting from Rhode Island School of Design. He lived and worked in New York City from 2008 to 2016. He currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada. You can find more of his […]
Two Poems | Eileen Hennessy
DEPARTURE OF THE ARK At midnight it was still chewing quietly on its anchor chain while the puddles meandering along the waterfront engulfed the chunks of watermelon we had thrown overboard after our farewell picnic. At two a.m., sound of the waterfront tugs suddenly flapping and […]
Motions for Red Coffee | Alec Hershman
Listen, my best wishes for you are built from the inside out, like a sentence after the eye falls upon a reasonable stone and opens a window I remembered to save the glass, to feel December’s bearable embrace. At the cemetery edge, the shade of a neighboring house passes […]
Surface Tension | Evan Paul English
Evan Paul English was born in Meridian, Idaho. He received his BFA from University of Arizona, and earned his MFA from Pratt Institute in 2016. He has exhibited work across the United States, recently had a solo exhibition at NAPOLEON Gallery in Philadelphia, showcased work at […]
Three Collages
James Scales lives and works in New York City’s oldest house. His visual art has appeared in The Birds We Piled Loosely and Sinker Cypress Review. His poetry has appeared in Sinker Cypress Review, Go Places, and Cadenza Magazine, and is forthcoming in Yes Poetry. He […]
A Time of Unsettling
Christine Labban is a visual artist from Beirut, Lebanon. She received her MA in photography from LUCA School of Arts, Brussels Belgium. She engages photography and digital art with a desire to capture and portray the mundane from her own perspective.
“Myrtle-Wyckoff” and others
“Myrtle-Wyckoff” “Ridgewood” “New Haven Amtrak Station” “Rockaways” Derek Saffe is an Argentine photographer. Raised in Miami, he moved to NYC as punishment for growing up in a tropical paradise. He takes his sartorial cues from his grandmother and his eye for images from his mother.
The Takes | Heather Keton
2016, 48″ x 48″, oil on canvas. Heather Keton has been painting since childhood, when she was gifted a class in landscape oil painting and realized that combining birch trees and fireworks makes people uncomfortable. She attended the School of the Art Institute of Chicago where she focused on writing, […]