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Olivia Wyatt is an award-winning filmmaker and photographer based in Los Angeles. She makes ethnographic films that focus […]
Bill Ratner’s personal essays and short stories are published in The Baltimore Review, The Coachella Review, Hobo Pancakes, […]
Des Moines is just a few degrees west of perfect south from Minneapolis – two-hundred thirty-four flat miles of corn, milo, wheat, beans, cabbage, spinach, and the occasional tall hemp plant which, if you smoked it you got a headache.
The sky flickered and then came those crooked currents of heaven. Like blue serpents thrown down by winged gods– to punish, to enlighten, to bless.
Summer 2018
Vanessa Poster, a member of the Los Angeles Poets and Writer’s Collective, has studied Method Writing with Jack […]
He walks the battlefield steps over corpses collects swords, shields, to stack in piles.
“My father always detested ‘M.A.S.H.’ He thought it represented the normalization of war.”
The sun is a flaming orange afro, teased and fluffed, spilling its nectar on hot concrete sidewalks, evaporating like exhaust-fume mirages, just beyond my reach.
Besides sex and drugs, using language is the only real benefit of adulthood.
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