The most unreal of things have come into your possession: a royal title, a spot in the pantheon of fashion, a painting Warhol did of you. What most assume you…
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[Unnamed painting by Zdzisław Beksiński] There was a time when words mattered. But then it stopped. And nothing was left but vague gestures and misguided intentions. But then, at that…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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He wakes at the same time he did the day before. Every morning he shuffles in the dark through the same choreography, first throwing the blankets off his body, then…
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lil ink refuses to be pigeonholed on the highly contemporary hybrid of “inkytunes II”. Never settling down into one approach, within a single story he brings together elements of hip-hop,…
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Image Credit: Hassaan Ahmed of apertureimages In 2007 Gulshan, it was hard to be a seven year old. It was hard to wake up everyday in the thrall of…
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Tricked-out funhouse freak in the crushed velvet sheets of river you fold over me. Whack spazmodic Tao bazooka, flipping the switches of the cutbank like a Cadi on spreewells O…
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Ina-Baby: a love story in reverse by Benjamin Drevlow Cowboy Jamboree Press, October 2019 267 pages / Amazon The concept of a contemporary book of fiction chronicling a marriage…
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Kinshasa, 2012 You envy the river its sense of place. The slow current of years. The Bantu expansion in 500 BC, the rise of the Kongo Kingdom on its left…
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* * * It is green and blue and yellow where I can see out the window instead of concentrating on the page. That famous poet chastised me for putting…
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A truly classic album requires a great deal of elements to make it so: a timelessness, a true personality, and a willingness to take risks, all of which applies perfectly…
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Horizon itself is a song: a sphere stretched into the tight fold of a rubber band, a loop flattened into an eyelash of dirt, the last snap of light caught…
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* * * Sparrow frantic chirping a thread around his neck I’m afraid to touch him he’ll die hanging from my fence I reach out take him in the palm…
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