By Gaither Stewart Get out your atlas. You will likely need it when you read farther here about the intriguing but little known story in a lesser known part of Alpine Europe: Italy’s northern territory of Alto Adige, better known…
By: Steven Jakobi for Wally A bright blue morning, clean and fresh after the rain. An ordinary day of ordinary lives and ordinary tasks. Except that you left us today. A Wednesday in August. Like any other Wednesday during your…
By: Steven Jakobi Deep snow stills the woods, ice sparkles in the morning sun, but the longer days are brighter and the wind is a bit kinder. The February sky is filled with the nasal chords of geese, the sonorous…
By: Pawel Markiewicz The Angels are flying in pairs through dreamy eternity the legendary fairies dreaming overnight the dwarfish primal world with a dreamed imagination the Leprechauns on the open sea Dream gull escapes with high tide Apollo’s wings in…
By: Peter Magliocco black caviar with leftovers trudge into the nightfall of hungry consciousness & taste fallen fruit left rotting from a long-ago banquet. your daughter is nearly eleven, her bare feet pad softly across the mausoleum floor where leftovers…
By: Aila Doyle Ignore the sound and fury. Read my lines. A desire to have a life, one combined. A sophic man, seeing into my soul. A woman afraid of losing control. Foolish girl, frightened and pulling away. Grasping to…
By: Pawel Markiewicz I Moment (1998) The moment flies like wind. It always ends. You can only remember it in thoughts, dreams and tears. The moment does not die, but it stays in its heart. In the bird and in…
By: Linda M Crate don’t want to lose you i guess you could call this broken thing in me a heart, but i always put the pieces back together differently after it’s been shattered; i know i won’t recognize it…
By Dan Morey A conversation is needed. A freewheeling debate. So I give you M and F, two critics who will examine gender depiction in Godard’s films. Critic F will argue that a deep-rooted sexism underlies much of the director’s…
By: Alan Berger How the fuck did I get the nickname “Lucky”, lucky asked the mirror before him while attempting to hold his razor steady as he started to shave. Maybe it’s like when they call a bald guy “Curly”,…