A Conversation Between A Man and Woman at Peet’s Coffee and Tea Liska Jacobs
“I got divorced eight months ago — such a wonderful woman, my best friend. She just didn’t know what she wanted to do. It was this, it was that. Now it’s a nurse.” “It’s a pattern, that’s what it is.” “Yep.” “How old is she?” “Forty-two.” “No, she’s done. There’s nothing she can do.” “You...
Notes Suzanne Oshinsky
Notes are a collection of fragments. Each note its own logic. For some, letters slip out of place to make poems. For others, it’s the difference in seeing versus hearing.
PUNKS AT DAWN, OR AN ODE TO VIVIENNE Gabrielle Scott
Shot entirely at dawn with Super 8, “Punks at Dawn” ruminates on the No Wave aesthetics of Vivienne Dick. Mimicking the baby-faced badass Lydia Lunch, the black robed “school girl” lazily beats around Pilsen, aimless and bored. An often forgotten island unto itself, Pilsen is a nostalgic limbo land between Downtown and the South Side...
The Sleaze and Found Material David Scheier
She takes my picture in red lit dusk. She’s a memory collector—A Kodak wizard in a blue tie-dye sarong. Dirty Martian martinis drank on pool-side decks. The boys and I imitate darts with olive spears. Red Texas sun melts between glittered clouds and indigo mountains. We become digital in her hand- held archive: hands...
HOW TO LEAVE CITIES Taleen Kali
First things first, be: (a) homesick, (b) dissatisfied, (c) desperate, (d) unemployed, (e) all of the above. Decide, whether or not this is actually true, that your set of friends, family, peers, and opportunities in a shiny new city will fix this ugly assortment of problems/state of being/identity crisis. But mainly, believe that your current...