Original Light: Post-Cancer Portraits
By Visual Art Issue 107
Cancer has allowed me to view myself as a canvas; my body has been primed, stretched, cut, and painted. My blood is paint, the needle is the brush, and my body is the canvas.
Read MoreGlobes
By Poetry Issue 107
Son’s / net-/ works / / veins under / the skin / of the dark / / call / see/ knock! / / a chandelier / glows / in the dark
Read MoreAn Extravagance
By Fiction Issue 107
He then went on, as if he were reading from a script, which I realized later he was, to list my severance package, which wouldn’t get me through the new year. It took me a second to realize someone from HR was in the office with him.
Read MoreFloodlight
By Poetry Issue 107
Our bare hands redden as we work, / he high on the ladder cutting the old / connections, and I drilling / outlet hole through the siding.
Read MoreThe Jordan Turned Its Back and Fled
By Fiction Issue 107
Yusef is so taken with the woman in black that he stares at her as she makes her way to the back of the van, and he forgets himself, and Iordannis has to remind him to start the van. Yusef decides right then and there that he will have her picture.
Read MoreHealing the Imagination: Art Lessons from James Baldwin
By Editorial Issue 107
Our society is grappling with a soul-sickness that is ultimately an infection of our imagination. An election may address symptoms, but how do we treat the underlying disease? How to heal the imagination? Perhaps this is what the arts are for.
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