(AKA “It’s Gotta Be The Shoes…”) By Hakim Bellamy George Floyd. The latest in a long noose of names to die in the street. At the hands and feet of police. Public asphyxiation is nothing new, but it has always drawn a crowd even on Sundays down South. However, he still couldn’t get a [...]
By Caroline Bock Dedicated to Grace Cavalieri Nana makes you learn needle and thread and you stick your fingers—and blood—“Don’t bleed on the cloth,” she says. In your hands is a scrap, an addition to the family’s patchwork quilt. “Stitch. Even stitches,” she insists. A bulb of red appears as you pull the needle through [...]
By Julie Martin Ending with a line from Brooke Jarvis Footsteps churn sassafras, mud, and fern leaves into confetti in a continual cycle– germinate, thrive, die, decay, give way to new life. The hollowed log of a King Billy pine garlanded with moss and mist serves as a lair for the transverse stripes that radiate [...]
By Yvonne G Patterson eldritch energies twist and warp the skin of space, bend time, weave shields of plaited light, cloak the heart bodies orbit, surfing unleashed power’s vortex grasp at coloured baubles glittering in furnaces fuelled by matter’s dying screams dark theatres host phantasmic pageants vast auroras writhe upon the stage magicians’ spectral hands [...]
