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My Friend, Joe: Fiction by James McAdams
The plumber arrived after midnight. Tugce could only guess at the functions of the equipment he lugged up the sidewalk—coily hoses, floppy saws, a round tubular thing that reminded her of R2-D2, from Star Wars, her favorite American movie. She stood at the window in her rented cap and gown, looking down as the man...
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Sunrise, Fishing in the Adirondacks: Poetry by Gregory E. Lucas
Swirling somber clouds in the western sky gather above impassable green foothills. To the east, sedate wisps of rose and gold rise through sunbeams spotlighting the fisherman seated in a brown canoe that glides on the shadowed Adirondack lake. A flick of his wrist. His line loops. Plop, his lure breaks the stillness, spreading rings...
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Simple, Colorful Collective: An Interview with Andrea Caballero
I first came across Andrea Caballero’s work more than a year ago when she created a gouache painting for the Women’s March. That work was widely circulated on Instagram. Two months later, a familiar work, distinctly Andrea’s style, circulated for Women’s Day; it was a multicultural portrait of women, emphasizing the notion of inclusion. Below...
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Sunrise, Fishing in the Adirondacks: Poetry by Gregory E. Lucas
Swirling somber clouds in the western sky gather above impassable green foothills. To the east, sedate wisps of rose and gold rise through sunbeams spotlighting the fisherman seated in a brown canoe that glides on the shadowed Adirondack lake. A flick of his wrist. His line loops. Plop, his lure breaks the stillness, spreading rings…
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Besieged City: Non-Fiction by Zita Bai
The setting sun has buried itself underneath burning earth of 1915’s Beiping and leaves a trace of redness in the sky. The yellow dust rolls on, across what was once called The Grand Mansion Gate. The Bai Family was considered the center of the private security system in Northern China, which is now surrounded by…
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Find the Hidden Banksy in Los Angeles
There’s always been a clear but, perhaps to some, fine line between street art and vandalism. Graffiti has been used for generations as a way of making bold statements, whether in support of a cause or an expression of identity, sometimes as art and sometimes as a mark of aggression. It was the British-based artist…
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The Day I Stopped Watching “General Hospital”: Non-Fiction by Sharon G. Forman
In the Bible, the number forty seems to pop up whenever a meaningful gap of time exists between the beginning and end of an event. Rain pours out of the sky for forty days and nights during Noah’s flood. Peace reigns for forty years following Deborah’s unlikely victory over General Sisera’s forces. Moses holes up…
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Untitled: Poetry by Simon Perchik
You listen the way this stone senses when its prey no longer has a pulse and swallows it whole though your ears work like that widen for the embrace and quiet that afternoon still wandering the Earth as rain and those pebbles a child finds on the beach –one by one tossed at the sun…
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LadyGodArt: Artwork by Marianne McGinnis
Marianne Mcginnis of LadyGodArt has been creating and discovering her artistic vision for over 30 years. She grew up outside of Philadelphia and was raised in a big, loud, funny, and very creative family. Marianne attended the University of the Arts and The Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts in Philadelphia before moving to NYC. She…
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Eternal Optimist: Fiction by Ellen G. Drebin
Even though my husband left me for his yoga instructor, I am still an eternal optimist. He and I met in college and married soon afterward. He was a very persuasive liar. That’s why he was able to bamboozle the judge into believing that there was no money left to split. My ex was, after…
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Version2: Poetry by Michael Lee Johnson
Michelangelo delirious, painting that face of Jesus I walk in a mastery of this night and light my money changers walk behind me they’re fools like clowns in a shadow of sin, they’re busy as bees as drunken lovers, Sodom and Gomorrah before this salt pillar falls Rain He drove off the road edge. He…
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Reinvention & Nostaligia: Artwork by Grandpa Chan
How many people can reinvent themselves, especially in their senior years, and be truly successful at it? To most, it takes careful planning and a fail-safe in place, and even then nothing is guaranteed. But 76-year-old “Grandpa Chan” finds himself with a new career revolving around the elements in life he loves most: art and…
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Sonneting in Infinitives: Poetry by Yuan Changming
To be (a matter) Or not to be ( ) To sing squatting straight On a lotus leaf in the Honghu Lake near Jingzhou To recollect the pasts, and mix them Together like a cocktail To build a nested of meaning Between two branches of Ygdrasil To strive for time Breadth & length and even…
