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MarissaMazek

No Longer

I dream giraffes on fire, but the walls of my room are made of asbestos and the black hyena laughs looking so smug.

One of the difficulties for us cuspies—us X’ers and Y’ers—those of us who can remember the before time (pre-iphone, pre-cellphone, pre-internet), those who can remember where we were when we got our first email address, like remembering when the Berlin wall came down or the moment the school teacher supernova-ed in the space shuttle on TV and the school flags flew half-mast—is to be the cut. To be both edges, the canonical and the mobile edge of language at once. We must break the internet with our radical diction and make new manifestos to give as gifts to the millennials. Because what if while we are busy reading buzz-feed lists, what if in between the void of chatter flying all around us, the computers are quietly having more interesting conversations than we are?

Throughout Bauer’s collection, there is the absence of words. The right words, the unspoken words, reassuring words, words we learn to say to get by.

      Brandon Molyneaux is a visual and alternative sculpture artist from upstate New York. He uses a variety of non-traditional media, including paper, glue, circuitry, and electricity to build lighted sculpture out of raw material.

SarahMc

Confessions

You Were Born One Time. Quitman Marshall. Ninety-Six Press, 2014. 70 pages, ISBN: 978-0-9797995-4-6 I take pleasure in some poets for their incredibly beautiful music, while others thrill me with their startling metaphoric leaps. Still others I enjoy for their sheer exuberance, the ability to transform dark material into light, such as Jack Gilbert and this poet: Quitman Marshall. His latest and first full-length collection is You Were Born One Time. It received the South Carolina Poetry Archives Book Prize and was published by Ninety-Six Press in 2014. There is a deep undercurrent of gratitude in his poetry. There are moments that intrude on speakers and surprise them with beauty or insight. This occurs in such poems as “Civilization,” or “Bagel.” Here is the collection’s concluding poem “Twenty Thousand Sunsets,” [...]

JennafurParks

Forward Reflection

cold down fire start sky runned
time revolving winds the train
continually puffs down
forever night motion star hands
cottonwood reaching along

riding horse quiet still as ---

  tsunami as misguided kwannon her hypervigilance such that everything becomes a piercing a harrowing she can’t turn off   her superpower a wound a lightning rod / and sponge / speaking the language of wounds to wounds   like echolocation that dopplers the contours of another’s sorrow against her own ricocheted song   or touch subtle as the naked push broom of a star-nosed mole’s tentacles nuzzling the bruised flesh of worms   or a nose for muscling out fresh blood old ghosts / the sweet fat of lost dreams like a winter-lean bear come spring or feathery antennae’s raw quiver pinched to ash by the hot sparks of disconsolate pheromones   her nervous system a glitter of neurotransmitters on fire   an electric-chaired switchboard short circuited / fuse [...]

In the South, sometimes heat
is the closest thing to love.

Valente keeps her speakers -- indeed, the entire book -- at a remove from the reader, as well. The title is evocative of the antiquated greeting of an impersonal, formal letter: "Dear Sir or Madam." Even as Valente addresses her readers, she cannot entirely pierce their isolation, nor can we entirely access her speakers' various states of alienation.

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Detail shot from Medusa in her Sunday Best, oil on canvas. MANDEM is the art name shared by Maize Arendsee (an art instructor and Studio Art MFA student at Florida State University) and her life-partner, Moco Steinman-Arendsee. Drawing on an academic background in classical mythology, gender studies, and critical theory, MANDEM works across media and materials (painting, assemblage/collage, film, sculpture, and book-making), intentionally destabilizing genre in terms of content and media. MANDEM has received numerous art awards, including Juror's Merit at the LaGrange National XXVII (2014) and First Place at the FSU Museum of Fine Art Summer Annual Exhibition (2014). While being widely published and nationally exhibited, MANDEM remains actively involved in the Tallahassee art scene. (www.MythpunkArt.com) Artist Statement: We are a transdigital artist. Our art is an exercise in [...]

People I’d Like to Meet Ken Singleton & Emerson Boozer. Wait, I already met Ken Singleton & Emerson Boozer signing autographs at some kind of auto show when I was a kid. Haixia Zheng, Otis Birdsong, World B. Free. Nancy Kerrigan & Tonya Harding. Surya Bonaly. The Flash. Lucille Ball. Rosemarie Waldrop. A helicopter. A litter of kittens. A pair of mittens. A bolt of lightning. Ellen Page, Kesha. Martellus Bennett. Captain Marvel, Ms. Marvel, & the Blue Marvel. A raindrop. A footprint. 2,000 years. An image of an image of Billie Holiday. Yayoi Kusama, Robert Smithson, Jenny Holzer. (I already met Henry Rollins & Mike Watt & Vincent Price in bookstores.) Jane Freilicher. James Schuyler. A dozen roses or slices of bread. The He & She from the That’s [...]

Good morning and welcome to the Aphrodite workshop.
A swelling, puffed-out mass around the face.

An exemplar of marriage for her human worshippers.
Stone for the limbs and wood for the body.

His father was a watchmaker who had worked in Paris.

The Human Zoo Soon I appear through the fog, my face presses against the cage. There is a scrim of dark edging the metal. You are there, pushing life toward my mouth with your fingers. Now I reach without biting. In the dark my own hands grasp how small & tame I am. You say, stay wild with your eyes & ideas. But imagine if my hand could not find your hand. Through the skin of what has survived. If I come up for air but then slip again beneath the current, remember how I glittered, with water pouring from every pore. You would walk down into our earth & watch me race behind the captive green glass. I leave you the gills of my faith, the jaw of my [...]