“The Last Eighty-One Seconds,” by David Miller
Pudgy pre-acnoid twelve-year-old.
First rock vinyl jacket. Stares at final
I’d love to turn you on
…
“An Amputee Looks Through a Ring,” by Dina Peone
I wore it on my right middle finger: one of ten short but slender, pale, nervous, guitar-blistered fingers which melted in a room on fire during my sixteenth year.
“May 7, 2017,” by Christopher Kobylinsky
His grandmother’s old Replogle rests by the window.
Spinning it around, he finds the pink lip of Chile cracked
and a crease, east of the Hawaiian Islands, cresting
at 500 nautical miles, according to the legend.
“The Book,” by John Bonanni
My father had an unusual book that rested on his work desk. It was worn and brown. The covers looked hard, almost like a box. When I was a child, from my view at four feet, the ends seemed tinted, a marbled brown design, chipped at the edges. I imagined it to be a case, a chest filled with things I might find interesting or valuable. I wanted to look inside.
“The Nile River: The Holder of Ancient Secrets,” by Gabrielle Frulla
The Nile River, the world’s largest river, spanning 4,132 miles, was considered the source of life by ancient Egyptians. Its fertile reputation may have come from The Osiris Myth, a tale of brotherhood and jealousy. The story involves the four gods and goddesses: Isis, Osiris, Set, and Nepthys, and Isis’ determination to resurrect her husband.
“Along the Nile,” by Heather Bourbeau
Ten years ago,
before the protests,
before the disguised military takeover,
I bought a used photo album
at a bouquiniste along the Nile.
A Thousand Words, Give or Take
By Josh Fox Capturing images has been an art form for nearly as long as human society has existed. From the cave paintings of the prehistoric era to the marble statues of ancient Rome to the early days of photography when people believed getting your picture taken would result in the loss of your soul; people have always had a habit of capturing single moments in life for all […]
Ginger Rogers’ Hand in Her Own Legacy
By Briana McGuckin Ginger Rogers knew that the artifacts of her career would outlast her, and that she herself – the Ginger Rogers of the screen – was an artifact. Once captured, this Rogers would hold its shape, and burn bright always, while she shrank and diminished as mortals do. Yet Rogers didn’t cede her power to her image, or her accoutrements. Rather, she took control of both. Far from […]