tonight, as my building boards up and the sirens begin to sound, I think, Revolt, revolt, revolt! It's time; the dead are calling...

tonight, as my building boards up and the sirens begin to sound, I think, Revolt, revolt, revolt! It's time; the dead are calling...

In this issue, you will find a cat, a rattlesnake, and bumps raising like braille. You will also find an interview about the philosophy of aesthetics with Professor Jay A. Gupta. He teaches at Mills College and once gave me a C on a paper. When I went to his office to ask why, he said: “You told me where you arrived but you didn’t show me how you got there.”

It’s so weird that everything can change in what feels like a second but really it’s all an imperfect culmination of coincidences. Like a viral jump from animal to human and neglectful world leaders. Our understanding of “essential” is changing. But if you are reading this you too turn to art when you’re in pain or in love or wanting to feel at all.

upside down falling through time pretending to stand right side up -- Three poems; a unique heartbeat; refraction; a fall. And an interview with Andrea Gibson.

A tumble from heaven, landmines, bones, synthetic ears, a car horn's long howl, Maryland's pink breath in a mirror—this month we are looking at machines; the interplay between organic experiences within sterile spaces.

In “Juego y Teoría Del Duende,”  Federico García Lorca writes:  “And so, duende is a power, not an act; a fight, not a thought. I heard an old guitar master say: duende does not dwell in the throat; duende climbs up inside you, from the soles of the feet...”