Category / Music / Spoken Word / 2018 / Spring 2018
Spring 2018 issue
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Lox & Pigskin – Benji Katz
My papa told me schvartzes give themselves a bad name when they dance in the end zone, I said When´s the last time you saw a Jewish man make it there? If he had maybe he´d dance the horah & grumbling fans who…
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List of Contributors – Spring 2018
Visual Art “Bloom in the Mud” by Shaifali Johar “Studio Corners” by Xavier Ovidio “The Disfigured Confessions of Infastructure” by Brett Stout “Miniature Watercolor Tiger” by Rachel Beltz Poetry “Empty Caverns” by Katie Matz “As I Walked” by Ken Tomaro “Regrets” by Star LaBranche Fiction “When Life is Yaw” by R. B. Frank
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Regrets – Star LaBranche
Regrets I run around like a wet dog, fur dripping with affection, no one wants to get close enough to me to pet me in my desperate bit for attention, I chase after people as they run one day I met another wet dog and he rushed to greet me, so excited that he…
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Studio Corners by Xavier Ovídio
Copyright 2018 Xavier Ovídio He is a visual artist that would like to submit a series of drawings entitled “Studio Corners”, about the emptiness of the studio and its work. The images have the size of the drawings on the file name. His work is concerned with material and formal explorations through different mediums, which…
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Bloom in Mud by Shaifali Johar
Copyright 2018 Shaifali Johar Shaifali Johar: Shaifali is working as an Associate Professor in Fine Arts at BBKDAV College for Women, Amritsar since 1999. She belongs to the city of the Golden Temple and has completed her formal and professional education from there only. She has completed her post graduation in Fine Arts from Guru…
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As I Walked – Ken Tomaro
AS I WALKED The sun was humming through the clouds just enough that this particular morning felt brighter but still gray the snow was in piles touched with dirty footprints the people looked miserable and rightly so clumps of ice and dirty snow fell around me as I walked all was calm yet dull steam…
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Empty Caverns – Katie Matz
Empty Caverns Why do you feel the desperate need to gouge and scrape at me until there’s no diamonds left not even a stone? Only black, cloudy, ash of sooty coal leftover and unwanted. The same way it felt When I watched you Slowly drag your pickaxe to another…
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When Life is Yaw by R.B. Frank
The weather is temperate by the coast. That makes for temperate days, temperate husbands, temperate friends. When her daughter calls and asks, how are things, she would say, “Life is yare.” She felt it only appropriate to speak in nautical terms. And she would be sure to say “Yare” like Katherine Hepburn from The Philadelphia…
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The Disfigured Confessions of Infrastructure by Brett Stout
Brett Stout is a 38-year-old artist and writer. He is a high school dropout and former construction worker turned college graduate and Paramedic. He creates controversial art while breathing toxic paint fumes from a small cramped apartment referred to as “the nerd lab” in Myrtle Beach , SC. His artwork has appeared in a wide…
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Miniature Watercolor Tiger by Rachel Beltz
Copyright 2018 Rachel Beltz My name is Rachel Beltz, I am 22 years old, and I am on a mission to make people stop and appreciate the “little” beautiful details of their everyday life. Using watercolors, I create photo-realistic miniature paintings; each of my pieces can roughly fit under a United States Quarter (for my…