Thresholds for pain, thresholds for pleasure
The hunter seeks them out
These lines that must be crossed
Past Issues
Our Temporary Heaven
The sun and the sand and the wind and the rain
They will shrug off the hand of the man
And return this place to paradise once again
Vincent Valdez
Not the lead or extra in some movie in your head Not the victim nor the villain The grey instead of the black and white, you see me now?
Prospex Park
Saddle up and hit the high country Where the funny cactus grow Eat and watch the desert dance
The Medicine Bag
Reach inside and extract wisdom Native to the ancestors The land knows how to heal you
Colors merged and swapped and smudged
To make one thing crystal clear
This world is not a place for the monochromatic
Cristina Fisher
Travel backwards, travel forwards
Decouple oneself from the present
Visit worlds long gone and yet to be born
Cruz Ortiz
This hand sees you Sees things in you that you cannot see Uses paint to peel your onion
Alana Louise Lyons
Knee deep in a river somewhere Fish on a line, net by the ready Busy at the stream of consciousness
Christina Hurt Smith
A steady hand and a sharp needle paint the sky And the chain stitched desert Crawling with snakes and thick with creosote