Fade to Black: Recent Work by Duncan Simcoe
By Visual Art Issue 115
Simcoe instinctively recognized tar paper’s potential as the medium he was seeking. It had a texture receptive to crayon and brush; its lusterless, inky finish conveyed an aura of mystery; and you could simply tack it onto a gallery wall for display.
Read MoreCurator’s Corner
By Interview Issue 115
“We’re wagering on the importance of spaces that support artists holistically, as creators of value that isn’t simply financial.”
Read MoreMen’s Shop
By Poetry Issue 115
My father wants a new suit, deep blue to black
for the viewing loose fitting, with or without
a cuff
My Life as a Gambler
By Essay Issue 115
I had wagered more than I could afford to lose on the probability that God was a friend to the orphan and a protector of the vulnerable.
Read MoreOn Emptying a Deceased Relative’s Home
By Poetry Issue 115
Most objects do object to being moved:
crates of paperbacks cracking, a creaking hutch
of china the clumsy among us won’t touch.
Reprieve
By Poetry Issue 115
Hey oldhead, a voice called out, you want to go?
No, thank you, I said and raised my hand as if he’d asked me
to sign a petition.
Reprieve
By Poetry Issue 115
When I fought Ryan in the cafeteria I only hit him
three times before Mr. Coleman grabbed my shoulder
and pushed me against the wall.
Read MoreInfinite Corpses
By Essay Issue 115
All my friends are so busy, and when they’re dying, I’ll have something to give them.
Read MoreThe Situation
By Poetry Issue 115
I don’t really pray anymore except to say help.
Read MoreHospital Theodicy: Overnight Call
By Poetry Issue 115
I feel I’m more raccoon
—with questions curious as paws—
than brother to these patients, for whom the moon
seems closer company than either me or God.