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June 24, 2016 |
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A self trained artist, Seema Kohli’s exhaustive practice that spans over three decades embraces a variety of mediums including paintings, sculpture, installation and performance. The...
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June 22, 2016 |
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I had been in New York for a month when it started. I came from Israel—a finite place, its meaning already set. It’s done. Israel is like a piece of luggage too heavy to open and...
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June 21, 2016 |
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As I lazed about, freshly woken from a late afternoon nap, my arm tipped the Styrofoam take-out bowl on the stool beside my bed. Emptied of dumplings I had since eaten, it did a quick...
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June 8, 2016 |
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My ovaries beat like a heart, pinhead egg crates are tiny satellites, float so slight, we cannot feel the work, what lived in our mothers now lives in us. A shallow panic attack every...
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April 15, 2016 |
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When we do everything for which the moon is named empty nobody can tell me a damn thing I’m the offspring of a shadow and don’t care who knows it I sit on the stoop listening to...
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April 11, 2016 |
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The butter slices, avocado pieces fall into his lips, slide into the song of sealed eyes humming; I stay only until I know which of the two is doing the seducing Simple things, like...
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April 10, 2016 |
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“To win the people, always cook them some savory that pleases them.”–Aristophanes -1- He grabs the hot dog, positions it and grins. Varicose and flabby, weary and...
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April 9, 2016 |
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After dinner when I was a child we’d walk from 17th Street up the hill to visit my aunt and uncle, Zia Rosa and Zio Gianni. Zio built a huge grape arbor at least thirty feet long and 20...
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February 28, 2016 |
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Sharada died on a day when everyone in the village was sleeping late after the ballet performance by a local troupe as a part of the annual temple festivals that lasted till 3 in the...
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February 14, 2016 |
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She stayed seven years, snow in snow out. Listened to echoing jazz guitars and shook broad doggy dog paws. Dusted brains, almost daily, and thought about trips to Ireland the day after...
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January 3, 2016 |
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You could be addicted to emptiness, in particular mine more than others. As if my way of offering fulfillment required a reversal of what you assume to be a branch stripped of green down to...
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December 18, 2015 |
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I taste of salt. My fingers cannot sit still. I smuggled tears from smile to smile. When I became too tired to run, I swam. What love does not reach beyond borders? I swam. I rose. I flew....
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November 15, 2015 |
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first adornment it’s ramadan i’m nine years old drinking juice of crushed & strained hibiscus it darkens my lips a bitten red...
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November 8, 2015 |
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Think of the day you learned by looking & listening: a song & silence All at once, stunned, You know When the very act Of presence or pretending Becomes contractual, Bodies,...
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November 7, 2015 |
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First I pay a visit to Saint Rita to place a white rose at her feet. The rose is a tightly closed bud wrapped in tissue paper, with a tube of water at the end of its stem to keep it fresh....
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Ana Flores is a sculptor and ecologist. Her work is informed by how pla
2 Poems
Let Me Straddle Your Mind
The Crusader
Yeah bring our electric shaver back, I bought it we shaved each others back
it was important to me
Kwame Dawes
1
Yes, we were country, lived in shotgun
shacks, where the road loses its way
to dirt and live 
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Courtesy of the artist and Mizuma Art Gallery
"Feminism is a socialist, anti-family, political movement that encourages women to lea
Junot' Diaz
and Edison, NJ
The first time we try to deliver the Gold Crown the lights are on in the house but no on
Elegy & Poem
"We are all the other."
…and find inside a picture,
of myself as a child, sitting
on a small chair, wearing overalls
an
Raphael Perez
To Alex, on turning two
Some say the Ring of Brogar
is the Circle of the Moon.
There is n
March on Washington
An Interview with Cheryl Evans
In a strange twist of what seemed
like reverse vandalism, the Graffiti
Mecca was painted over. 
Forest Gander
A Translation
Quassan Castro, poem
Grandson to Grandmother
Wynwood Walls, of Miami has been called "a Museum of the Streets."
Low like the mean dream
of Newark the sky must
have seemed to its builders.
Rickety now, unhingin
At last, the extremes
of his present methods
seemed to offer
the happiest avenues.
The strengthe
5th Limb
Poems
Poem, Knot
Poem, Look This Way
Xue Du, Poem
A woman in a black kimono dyed black hair
disappeared behind a black curtai
Poem:
Behind the War On Women
Maria Mizzotti-Gillan
Short Story
Pilar Fraile Amador
poem
Lady Haiti
David Trinidad
Landzy Theodore
Angelo Nikolopoulos
