Semiotic Love, published by Austin’s Awst Press, is a collection of flash and micro fiction that ranges over a wide variety of human relationships — specifically, love in its myriad forms. The recurrent theme, at least among the larger pieces, seems to be that of communication within these relationships. The middle...
C. Cimmone’s collection Torn Up is a powerful meditation on addiction, death, sex and mental illness. This is a confessional work in which Cimmone has laid bare her suffering alongside her deepest and darkest demons. Cimmone is a poet of the highest order: a voice that is both idiosyncratic and...
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 →
Boiling pastaand collectingscattered toysI look up to see your face:shock of familiar argumentsreconciliationsbefore a long tripsteel gray rollaboardpacked awry toiletriesof motion coilsof expansion paddingthe works with thickcartilage.Sharp angles and shadowsof our first aggressive courtshipshave broadened softened –a comprehension includingweaknesses failuresand preserves of love.Only when I look away,walk into the master bathroomand shut the doordoes the... Continue Reading →
the red brick human honeycombs lined the stick ball stadium — the hide and go seek — the street — the first kiss by a centipede of cars — the waiting — the looking — and yearning for the welcome turn at the end of block —then the stick ball play — and the hide — and the tagthen the fireflies in all the windowed... Continue Reading →
about this piece Untitled (Chispitas)2021Acrylic and gouache on canvas7" x 7" See More in Art...
In Dallas, the sky was big and blue and the air was thin, as if in the mountains. I felt a slight dizziness during my two days there, staying in a room on Gaston Avenue. It was December, a couple weeks before Christmas. My host was bald, heavyset, and unkempt. He had...
George Mosse had the sort of career that the history profession doesn’t really allow for today. No matter how brilliant an individual historian might be, the way the profession is now structured does not allow for the kind of pivots Mosse pulled. Starting as a specialist in the Reformation, Mosse...
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 →
I wipe clean mantlepiecepolish blank the mirrorsscrape cold ash of fireplaceso the dead starve in their hollowhalls — remembranceas negative renovationstripping bare living rooms, patios, and kitcheninto one long corridor:interior design offour gray linesto infinity, almosttouching, a throngof fading ghosts between.We please the living — stuff themwith electricity, air conditioning,computers — their half-lifeof milliseconds feverishly... Continue Reading →
