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SURRENDERING TO THE DARKNESS: Nonfiction by Amanda Boleman
Every single one of us harbors darkness inside with demons waiting to escape – sinful thoughts that creep in or destructive behaviors we act on in moments of weakness. We can try to run and hide from this fact, but the shadow is relentless and always comes back. Leaving Bangkok, I was afraid of...
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This Love Poem Is All You Need to Read Today: Poetry By Jai Rho
She had moonpie eyes and a wildcat smile, draped by slow smooth sip of bourbon hair, the color of corn in the wispy July air And she wore purple and white Irises speckled with yellow as her dress, flowing in the tall grass beneath a willow sky Her feet embraced the earth between her toes,...
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Revisiting the Shooting: Fiction By Michelle Brooks
James rented the room for two nights. He stuffed the key, a plastic card advertising Domino’s Pizza, into his jacket before and drove to Claremont Village where Darrell and his mother still lived. A Jet’s skull cap lay on the passenger seat where it had been for six months, price-tag attached. James had been...
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Sweet and Centered: Poetry by Anna Ter-Yegishyan
Crimson, cool, crescent: I stare at the bowl. Not into it, but at it. The bowl isn’t fishing for compliments, but I need to characterize it to peacefully dismantle its inanimateness. What it needs is unanimity. The bowl waits to be filled. She calls it a womb for fruits and fingers. A thing to…
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Show Me All Your Vices: An Interview with Terrell Tilford
Band of Vices Art Gallery Director Terrell Tilford gives us an inside scoop on curation and the power of spaces in helping artists share their work. Band of Vices Art Gallery opened with a solo exhibit, Made in Space, from contemporary visual artist and art educator April Bey. We’d love to hear about your…
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Orange Chicken & Today’s Society: Poetry by Mathieu Cailler
This is my first time using Yelp, so you’ll have to pardon me if I’m not following the guidelines correctly. I remember when the founder of Yelp, little Jeremy Stoppelman, was born. He was a sweet boy, a curious boy… always a bit of a snitch and gossip, but it’s good to see that his…
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Future Visions: An Interview with Abdullah Qandeel
Visionary Saudi Arabian artist Abdullah Qandeel is paving his way into the future one canvas at a time. While society is quickly changing, he stands amongst the pioneers of the new arts world. Once known for painting the walls of a hotel room—an act he described as celebration for the sale of a piece—Qandeel has not…
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THE COMMUNITY MINDED: A conversation with LA based writer William Luvaas about his new novel, Welcome to Saint Angel
Welcome to Saint Angel, William Luvaas’s third novel (Anaphora Literary Press, March 2018), chronicles a small enclave of California nation during a severe drought. I met with William Luvaas recently in Pasadena to discuss his new novel while the SoCal fires raged nearby. Welcome to Saint Angel is the story of a loose-knit…
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Age is But a Number: Poetry by Eleanor Vigneault
Your moniker was “the love of my life” Because in my mind you and I would go our separate ways Then find each other again at fifty-five When you’d open your eyes and shut the blinds Because we’d have everything we need here, inside Where we’d drink our wine and spend the rest of time…
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Art for Awkward and Lonely People: An Interview with Qianqian Ye
Qianqian Ye is a San Fransisco based artist, creating quiet contemplative figures meant for the awkward and lonely people. With a background stemming in architecture and urban design, she’s currently working in data visualization, virtual reality, and coding–escaping from time through her paintings. Through her art she’s exploring the sadness and warmth of the human condition. Each…
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Permanence of a Rose: Poetry by PJ Carmichael
Rose Tattoo The old man has a tattoo of a rose on his left cheek (of a rose) and his eyes have seen the horrors of this world (perhaps he cannot speak) and he stands outside in silence, smokes his endless cigarette, watches the pavement in its refusal to move. I don’t expect a…
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Daylight Savings?: Fiction by Sarah Davidson
When Leo gets in the car, the clock moves back an hour. “See?” Mom says. “I told you guys.” But we aren’t convinced. I’ve seen this happen this summer, sure. But I figure there has to be some sort of scientific explanation. I believe in science, and the internet, and evolution. I think if all…
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Car Thoughts: Poetry by Craig Patrick
take any exit that leads beyond the line of trees that guards this highway like occupation soldiers past construction zones and horn blast hysteria speed trap surveillance and brake light surprise toward the low-lying sun that marks the horizon like a lidless eye or better still – fly for the sake of…
