hyperpersonal dramatic monologue as holly herndon
By Poetry Issue 113
I recorded the pet ouroboros / ate / bookended / möbius stripped / just had an all-around
naked voiced weekend.
Via Negativa
By Poetry Issue 113
“Truth and justice are two points so fine that our instruments are too blunt to touch them exactly” —Pascal
Read MoreI Trust My Soul to Grace: Paul Schrader’s Religious Imagination
By Culture Issue 113
Like a person caught in quicksand, the Schrader male antihero struggles toward salvation only to be driven deeper into the thing that’s swallowing him whole.
Read MoreRed Crop Milk
By Poetry Issue 113
Just imagine how it must be for the maker, the mind / behind creation who weaves it all together in an expansive act of love
Read MoreLabor
By Essay Issue 113
The insides of our mothers’ bodies are the only places that are most certainly past. From then on, from there on, every room is just an echo of that first, red room.
Read MoreStar-Standard Night
By Poetry Issue 113
Micah Bateman channels T.S. Eliot, slantwise. “In the room the women come and go / Talking of Leo DiCaprio.”
Read MoreThe Missing Mother
By Visual Art Issue 113
I maintain that we need more of her: the vessel, the container, the harbor.
Read MoreTonight, if the Fog Does Not Rise
By Poetry Issue 113
I need / a blessing and I am not blessed.
Read MoreIn the Studio
By Visual Art Issue 113
I think now is an interesting time, when the dialogue between religion and science can advance our understanding of the world like a mirror.
Read MoreI Know Where I’m Going
By Fiction Issue 113
Jonah was on the lookout for enemies everywhere, just like his late father, whose vigilance ultimately proved prophetic if futile.
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