I was there again and didn't want to be because I hated the goddamned place. But now that there was a body in the weeds, I had no choice. Not as the duly elected sheriff of Brandon County. So, with the hour pushing one on a Friday night, having been torn away from my drink... Continue Reading →
Marlene DietrichPlayed the sawFor the troopsAt the USOMarlene DietrichGerman femme fatale star of the silver screenNaturalised glamorous American since 1939Left Hollywood forMere miles from German lineAnd with hands that studied violinPlayed the sawMarlene Dietrich whoThe Nazi Party could not bring backWith money nor the Führer’s loveCrossed the AtlanticWith a 3 month supply of cosmetics,Labelled in... Continue Reading →
about this piece California2021 See More in Art...
1. Let's start with the basics, tell us about yourself. My name is Andrea Muñoz Martínez. I am a visual and performance artist currently living and working in Austin, Texas. I was born and raised in Uvalde, a rural Texas town 45 minutes from Piedras Negras, Coahuila, Mexico, where my mother was born. I grew up in... Continue Reading →
“Mi amor es paso, tránsito, larga muerte gustada”-Federico García LorcaSun spotlights the measured pass of hours:slow wilt of alcohol and tobaccoin the bare oven of a box housein sub-tropical Texas.Rhythm of detergent paint-drippedacross enamel basket, sough of rumpled cloth,door bang and pump, the soiled weightunder salt-stained sun.Water flows and washcycles time through wobbly sprints of... Continue Reading →
Grey skies, grey mountains, grey stone. Grey slag heaps ringing quarry towns. Wiry Welshmen grown grey hauling, splitting, trimming. Strike it one way and it is riven to sheets. Strike it the other, dense and dependable.Generations of miners and craftsmen gave roofs above, floors below. Hardscrabble houses for themselves.The mines are tough, but tougher when closed. A material so imbued with... Continue Reading →
Among the few pleasant surprises of 2021 are the emails I’ve received from Sady Sparks, a new resident of Austin. She emailed to inquire into the status of the journal — does it still exist? — and to tell me she enjoyed my introductory note to the second print issue of...
about this piece UntitledDigital art12" x 12" See More in Art...
After Leonora Carrington’s paintingCan I survive the very light I createdIrradiating from the godheadSurrounded by protective angels?The divine quintessence in human formeven wanes the crescent moon while it lights the stars and nebulaefrom within, as in a poem,whereas two philosophers wearing tawny cloaks, with winged beasts lying below their feet, argue about the essence of truth.Is truth enlightenment from... Continue Reading →
“Did it hurt?” He made an effort to sound tender. They were spooning after sex and she took his question for pillow talk. “Hurt? You silly. I’m just noisy. It didn’t hurt at all. It was nice.” Playfully, she pressed her buttocks into his groin — a lighthearted sign of no regrets harbored. “It was... Continue Reading →
