Art Issue #9: Open Call November 19th, 2021 November 19th, 2021 Artist’s Statement by Alan Bern hotographs often capture and present moments. To collect these moments and for the great good health of body and mind, I take walks—yes, I walk my neighborhood streets daily and also beyond—and I capture moments, sometimes with the camera on my iPhone, sometimes with a few words, and sometimes with both. Snap snap. I regularly walk in my neighborhood where ...
Read MoreArt Issue #9: Open Call November 19th, 2021 November 19th, 2021 Artist’s Statement by Maroula Blades From Darkness to Light by Maroula Blades ince the pandemic has taken hold, I have wandered much around wooded areas. To see green and light nourishes me, body, mind, and soul. As I visited the Natur-Park Schöneberger Südgelände in Berlin, Germany, where this photograph was taken, I was almost overwhelmed by the suffocating darkness and coldness of the tunnel. It was suppressive ...
Read MoreArt Issue #9: Open Call November 19th, 2021 November 19th, 2021 Artist’s Statement by Jerome Berglund Trek by Jerome Berglund hen I first got sober close to a decade ago, then later after I moved back to Minnesota from California with what little I could carry and stuff into my rust-buckety old Mazda, which still somehow continues running to this day, I found all of a sudden that I had no interest in photographing people any longer. ...
Read MoreArt Issue #9: Open Call November 19th, 2021 November 19th, 2021 Artist’s Statement by Emanuela Iorga Cover Image: The Spine 2 believe my drawings have to do with searching for a physical and spiritual balance—the unconscious pursuit of equilibrium. I began drawing late at night, while processing a range of tangled thoughts and emotions. I found it easier to sort them out once I translated them into dots and lines. In time, my dots and lines ...
Read MoreArt Issue #9: Open Call November 19th, 2021 November 19th, 2021 Artist’s Statement by James Wojno Aquinna Beach, Martha’s Vineyard ne of the most healing and relaxing experience I know is to gaze out at vast expanses of water, ocean and sky, letting go of thoughts, and just breathing in the constant motion of waves and clouds. As a landscape photographer, I attempt I make images not to record a scene as it appears, but to compose ...
Read MorePoetry Issue #9: Open Call November 19th, 2021 November 19th, 2021 Deaf and Dumb by Paul Hostovsky Deaf and Dumb The Deaf man in the waiting room asks me how long I’ve been working as an interpreter. I tell him many years. “Awesome,” he says. We sit there chatting, waiting for the doctor to come. He tells me a little about himself. His parents and grandparents are Deaf. His siblings are Deaf. His two young children are fourth generation Deaf. The hereditary master status of a kind ...
Read MorePoetry Issue #9: Open Call November 19th, 2021 November 19th, 2021 Because of the Wolf by Kendra Leonard Because of the Wolf I. when the diagnosis comes it fits it clings it feels slack like sheets flirting on a clothesline in a breeze— now bedding, now ghosts— will I die in strawberry time or live to see leaves on bricks or ice in the windows? II. The wolf has eaten the beach. It’s snapped up the sandpipers, running on their fast little legs. It’s taken the bright afternoon in the water twisting the sailboats around. Sunburn on ...
Read MorePoetry Issue #9: Open Call November 19th, 2021 November 19th, 2021 Three Poems by Sarath Reddy Inheritance After the curry-stained dishes had been cleared, our dinner table became a stage— the cosmic dance of Shiva, Durga destroying the buffalo demon, Rama vanquishing Ravana. Father was a god who vanished every evening only to reappear at breakfast ready to finish those stories as if night was only an intermission. He never spoke about his bloodstained shoes, his splattered white shirt, never shared a heroic anecdote about those he had saved ...
Read MorePoetry Issue #9: Open Call November 19th, 2021 November 19th, 2021 Two Poems by Kasha Martin Gauthier A Poet Homeschools, Week 2: Biology With each footfall, blood courses to your brain. Can you feel it? * Pinch the nerve to make it grow. Your grandfather pinched springtime buds from the coreopsis— thought he was deadheading them. Try not to confuse living with dying. * The doctors don’t know how he’ll react to the morphine, or the strength it took to ask for it. They don’t know how he still knows our ...
Read MorePoetry Issue #9: Open Call November 19th, 2021 November 19th, 2021 Three Poems by Jessica Mehta Do You See the Stars? This is waking up. Remember when you pressed your thumbs, thick and unforgiving, into my eye sockets, slow as death until I gave in to the dizzy and you whispered, accent sticky, dripping in rose syrup, Do you see the stars? And I did. They burst in the darkness like kisses. This city has a heart, fluttering crazed and drunken as a beast, fingers itchy and always ...
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