Visual Art
Did the past really happen like you think it did?
Or is it just a dream.
Someone’s going to have next week?
Current Issues
Photography
Rahim Fortune
Even when seated, even when crying.
Even when praying, hoping,
and scrimping and saving.
Some folks just have rhythm.
Illustration
Bobby Dixon
Paper is the target.
All that weird shit rolling around inside your head,
That’s the ammo.
Mixed Media
Liz Potter
Some find God in a church or temple or mosque. Others stumble over the divine, In wood paneled dens and weed choked backyards.
Written Word
Elizabeth H. Winkler
The first cloud grew a stomah divided it by four traced improbable legs what next?
Serigraphy
Tony Clough
It comes spinning out of the void. Wild and elusive and a beautiful mess. This is what happens when you take acid and do math.
Painting
Manik Raj Nakra
Ravenous creatures spun from fate and high on legend.
They’re coming out of the woodwork and
spilling across the table and landing in your lap.
They’ll climb under your shirt before crawling in your head.
Painting
Kameron Walker
These are walking and talking flames. Burning hot as the sun on black asphalt and blinding everything in their path. Sometimes even themselves.
Photography
Angela Betancourt
It is, however, often necessary To raise one’s voice when things need to be heard. Eardrums be damned.
Painting
Dagon Blank
All hail Bacchus who drives a pick-up. He fell off a barstool in heaven and landed in Texas. And he is classically trained in the art of bullshit.