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Hard Edges: Lorser Feitelson, Elise Ferguson, Alois Kronschlaeger (1 March – 14 April 2018) Hard Edges is a two-person show (arguably three) of new work by the New York based artists, Elise Ferguson (b. 1964) and Alois Kronshlaeger (b. 1966), at Cristin Tierney Gallery. While Ferguson’s and Kronschlaeger’s practice are not in direct conversation […]
The men had just turned the corner when bullets screamed past, hitting the cinder block building with popping smacks of concrete dust. They scrambled for cover. “McManus, why aren’t you firing!” “I’d love to, Zeno, but I’m outta ammo. Chill the fuck out.” Punch and Revs, the men with the most combat experience, had an […]
Excerpt Translated by Ayten Tartici “Telling men that they are equal is certainly a sentimental suggestion. But this suggestion is weak compared to the one practiced by a propaganda that tells them that they are superior to others and that others are inferior.” Karl Popper, The Open Society and Its Enemies Mediterranean People “The […]
Short Fiction by
Alyssa Proujansky
We May Be in a Vortex of Doom, But At Least We’re in it Together by Alyssa Proujansky Andrew and I are sitting on the bench in front of the coffee shop where we work, smoking cigarettes. We’re listening to “Fake Plastic Trees,”on repeat, sharing Andrew’s headphones, one ear bud in my right […]
The Bruise by E.C. Messer
“Where am I to see you from now on, Madame?” he had said to her abruptly, with that strong passion which is so pleasing to women. “Why, in the Bois de Boulogne, at the Théâtre des Bouffons, at my home, everywhere,” she replied. ~Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot THE BRUISE Annie Wilkins […]
5 Collages by Bill Wolak
The Evanescent Residue of Delirium An Inconclusive Beckoning Twice By Burning The Inescapable Trajectory of Longing The Promise of Perfume Bill Wolak has just published his fifteenth book of poetry entitled The Nakedness Defense with Ekstasis Editions. His collages have appeared recently in Naked in New Hope 2017, The 2017 […]
Letter From the Editor
We are deep in the doldrums of winter gloom. In New York, the sidewalk grays are grayer; the biting cold sharper; the salt trucks wrenching in their early morning racket. This time of year, it’s easy to forget about love until you stumble across it, like a foreigner into a place suddenly warm and familiar. […]
2 Poems by Jed Myers
Enough —for A You couldn’t come sooner, I know. I couldn’t either—rough traffic, chance and history. That we’ve arrived in this one room’s particulate-spiced air, bright rain of time’s tiny droplets wetting our faces, it’s enough to stir a prayer to whatever god, maybe just out into […]
3 Poems by Lindsay Illich
Mama Explains the Exteriority of Invention (The Talk) 1. When she told me what the body becomes in the hands of another body, I saw the sea in chevrons, a crowded din, the mechanics of desire, among them a diagram of a lightbulb, the filament pulsing in it and lo, a new idea graphically rendered […]
3 Poems by James Croal Jackson
LAST NIGHT YOU TOOK MY KEYS & I NEED THEM snow has piled on my car it is so irrelevant this cold undesire to work each day secretly I want to draw your face with my pointer finger in the windshield frost with xoxo but here’s the thing this particular morning is a long […]
On a rainy afternoon in Midtown, I ordered a cup of coffee and waited to meet Jesse Sheidlower, lexicographer and the former editor-at-large of the Oxford English Dictionary, as well as the Historical Dictionary of American Slang. Jesse is also the co-owner of a semi-secret high-end cocktail bar in Brooklyn, and one of New York […]
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