Discover MFA Programs in Art and Writing
BOMB 44 Summer 1993
“When I read any writer, I think: Is the story honest? Are the images vivid? Are the people real to me? If those things are true, what do I care who the author is in real life?” Melanie Rae Thon
“Nostalgia is always about estrangement. And it’s also always a rebellion. To be nostalgic is to rebel against the present.”
In late afternoon Tintin and Clavdia strolled arm in arm along the grassy trail leading to the summit of the ancient city.
This page is written from the never before attempted first-person-twin (feminine) point of view.
I am four. It is a summer midafternoon, my nap finished. I cannot find her. I hear the water in the bathroom. Not from the faucet but occasional splashes. I hear something like the bar of soap fall in. I cannot find her.
A life of rational planning, a happy life that owes nothing to luck, is necessarily independent of others; so it’s a life without love, without deep company.
The white butterfly I saw chase the pale yellow one,
He was sitting in the steam room of the gym; he had one left finger up the ass of the guy next to him. No, two fingers.
It was a bright afternoon near the end of March, a day filled with the strange and fragile sense that at any moment all that was clear might be taken away and replaced with a dark and heavy rain.
Untitled monochrome color photograph by Barbara Ess.
Collage for David Rattray by Charles Henri Ford.
Three marker drawings, Untitled (Monday Nov 2), Untitled (Sunday, April 18) and Untitled (Martes 20 April) by Jiri Georg Dokoupil.
Two photographs of foreign wonders, Apollo, Mt. Nemrut, Turkey and Tree, Japan by Linda Connor.
Disko Bay #15 and Saqqara II, Dynasty III by Lynn Davis.