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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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I Need to Find Another Do Not Call List: Fiction by Paul Beckman
The ringing of my landline phone was bound to be a telemarketer but I answered it anyway. Picking up the receiver didn’t stop the ringing but I noticed the floor lamp was flicking on and off so I cautiously walked over to it, heard it ringing and said hello. It was still ringing so I...
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Dating Destiny: Poetry by Ivan Jenson
I knew as soon as we met that you were inconsequential to my sustenance and existentially irrelevant to my existence and yet talking with you over burgers made me think of the murmurs of monks and the untouched buns of nuns oops maybe I should not have said such a thing but our conversation was...
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Music, Nature, and Soul: Artwork by Diana Malivani
The Artist’s creative journey began at birth: Diana Malivani was born on the coast of the Black Sea, bathed in the riotous profusion of the colors of the Caucasus. Her love as a child for fairy tales and pictures later developed into a desire to convey, to those hearing and viewing her work, the great…
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Yayusa: Non-Fiction by Robert Joe Stout
As the bus approaches Yayusa, huegoe trees and ocote pines permit a glimpse of tiled roofs. Sparrows and wrens flit through waist-high roadside growth. Beyond what seems to be an arroyo, small rectangular plots of corn intrude into the forest that rises steeply above them. The road itself road is rocky, rutted; at intervals, the…
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Embouchure: Poetry by Alina Stefanescu
Embouchure is the techne through which he tamed me he lit a cigarette looked away my eyes listened to the dream I stood inside the mouth of a doorway felt the ribbed frisk, perfect fit of his lipping to an instrument he played well when the hem of my dress became a smoke ring rising…
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Galaxies Apart: Fiction by Thomas J. Misuraca
Heather’s car barreled through the streets of Lexington faster than a Minute Man getting his shit together. We were working on our second Big One from Dunkin’ Donuts. Caffeine pumped through our veins like gas through the car cylinders. “David did the cutest thing yesterday,” Heather’s face beamed as she thought of her new boyfriend….
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Manic-Depression, Gambling, and Writing: Non-Fiction by Gia Cortes
For some reason, I had started to fixate on the fact that if one of my teeth popped out, for whatever reason, I would have no money to fix it. I didn’t have enough saved to insure my teeth, and I’d have dreams all the time of them falling out only to wake up intensely…
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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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I Need to Find Another Do Not Call List: Fiction by Paul Beckman
The ringing of my landline phone was bound to be a telemarketer but I answered it anyway. Picking up the receiver didn’t stop the ringing but I noticed the floor lamp was flicking on and off so I cautiously walked over to it, heard it ringing and said hello. It was still ringing so I…
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Metaphysics for Beginners: Poetry by Peycho Kanev
There is a Hell, said to me a shadowy figure on the street at dusk during my evening stroll And what about Heaven then There’s got to be one if Hell exists, I asked Nobody answered He was gone The sky darkened and the stars seeded the sky I wanted to find him and ask…
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Subway Doodle: Mixed Media Artist
Subway Doodle is a multi-media artist known for mixing street photography, illustration, and digital collage to create imaginative depictions of New York City. His most recognized creations portray blue creatures as fellow residents of the city. His work has been recognized with dozens of media industry awards and displayed at…
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Romance on the High Seas: Non-Fiction by Daniel Wolfe
The candy store, our clubroom, our command post in the Bronx, was the forum where we struggled with adolescence. The year was 1946. Girls, in our sophisticated analysis, were still sitting in the last seat, in the last row of our pre-pubescent classroom. Our National Pastime, baseball was replete with pathetic wartime replacements. Jerry, our…
