Category: Hybrid

  • Three Collage Hybrids by Guy Benjamin Brookshire

    Three Collage Hybrids by Guy Benjamin Brookshire

    *Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Liberty Liberty looks in the mirror and over her shoulder far on the floor there is a bloody massacre. A hideous and murderous entertainment. In which the very best of people find themselves compelled at least every once in a while to complete their application and legally…

  • This Is a Dream, a one act sci-fi screenplay by Success Akpojotor

    This Is a Dream, a one act sci-fi screenplay by Success Akpojotor

    CLOSE ON: A book is received by a black hand, and ensconces on the decorated table. INSERT. COVER PAGE TIME PILL BY DAVID OYEWOLE BACK TO SCENE The black hand opens the novel’s verso page and inscribes a legible and beautiful autograph across it; and returns it, to the Yoruba woman, in her mid-thirties, who…

  • Poetry & Art Sequence: “Big Enough to Step Inside” by Xan Schwartz

    Poetry & Art Sequence: “Big Enough to Step Inside” by Xan Schwartz

      Gemini Rising/Poem for Nellie It was your birthday and Iknew you and                                                              I didn’t know you.  Your skin was                                                                       glowinglike a cloud You were surviving to the tune of light beer to the tune of raspberries and a couple of cows to the tune of Joan of Arc’s head tilt You were singing loudly…

  • Four Pieces from Hell by Eric Dean Wilson

    Four Pieces from Hell by Eric Dean Wilson

    Eurydice in Hell ¶It was only hell when you visited. Why couldn’t you understand that? ¶Maybe that’s unfair. I certainly didn’t get it then and thought of you less as a partner than an exit. You, on the other hand, thought you’d lost me out of some singular fault of your own, as if I…

  • A Collage & Two Poems by Joe Balaz

    A Collage & Two Poems by Joe Balaz

    *Ed.’s Note: click image to view larger size. Immigration Killjoy   Mechanical Sparrows All da mechanical sparrows stay broken chirp, chirp, choking to da oncoming corrosion as da shiny birdhouse up on da hill deteriorates into wun pile of small chips.   Sing, song, singing along wit da copper doves on da telephone wires and…

  • Poetry: Five Found-Word Works of Resistance by J.I. Kleinberg

    Poetry: Five Found-Word Works of Resistance by J.I. Kleinberg

    *Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. consume the unbearable this unwelcome we lost words J.I. Kleinberg is an artist, poet, freelance writer, and co-editor of Noisy Water: Poetry from Whatcom County, Washington (Other Mind Press, 2015). A Pushcart nominee and winner of the 2016 Ken Warfel Fellowship, her found poems have appeared recently…

  • Erasure: “Genesis 2, 3” by Demi Demirkol

    Erasure: “Genesis 2, 3” by Demi Demirkol

    *Ed.’s Note: click image to view larger size. Demi Demirkol is an LA-based poet and artist. She is the author of I Have One Daughter or Maybe Millions, a self-published series of erasure poems paralleling archival erasure with bodily violence. She has participated in poetry workshops at University of Tennessee, Knoxville and University of California,…

  • Two Poems & Advertisement by Jackie Craven

    Two Poems & Advertisement by Jackie Craven

    *Ed.’s Note: click image to view larger size. Edited version of a public domain advertisement The circus has a new address~Ringling Bros. to close ‘greatest show’… The elephants left long ago—Linked snout to tail, theyplodded over to the Capitol dome and now themonkeys follow, swinging from legislative branches.Rounding the beltway, bears on unicycles lead a…

  • Essay: “HOW EVERY LIVING THING IS IN ITSELF A HOUSE ON FIRE” by David Tomaloff

    Essay: “HOW EVERY LIVING THING IS IN ITSELF A HOUSE ON FIRE” by David Tomaloff

    *Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. ONE///DWELLINGS [1] [1] the dwellings we are as dirt, our pillars raised quieter than blood. ONE///VESSELS [2] [2] the vessels we are as ghosts; wet like fingers, treading the dry of leaves. ONE///LINES [3] [3] the lines we are as birds; cages held in ransom; the back of a mirror or a lens.…