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Category: Art
Portrait of an Artist, Portrait of a Human.
September 1, 2018I dislike being called an artist… Or even worse, a photographer. When I’m asked why I shutter at the label I generally say, “I dunno.” But I suppose here’s why- I’m not. Not anymore so than you are anyway. I mean, we all are, right?
Agnes’ Revenge
August 29, 2018This poem is based on the death of Agnes Sampson. She was one of the first people burned at the stake for witchcraft in early modern Scotland.
On a Bench in the Metro
August 29, 2018Alex Van Geffen is a 25 year old graduate student who was born, raised and resides in New Orleans. This piece marks his return to creative writing after not doing very much of it since high school.
Red
August 22, 2018Joao Amos is a New Orleans Raised writer who evacuated to New York for Hurricane Katrina. There they discovered Slam poetry at the Urban Word Writing Workshop. Upon returning to New Orleans to graduate from Lusher Charter with a concentration in creative writing, Joao received the Scholastic Silver Medal.
No Daylight – 2
August 22, 2018Adam Albaari is a writer, originally hailing from Columbia, Maryland. He attended Loyola University New Orleans, graduating with a BA in English with a Writing Concentration. He resides in the Uptown area and has spent over five years writing both journalism and serial fiction for local publications.
No Daylight – 1
August 15, 2018*This is part 1 of a 5 part series. On the morning Zizek contacted me, I’d already noticed the strange emails in my inbox. He told me that I had no concern for alarm, but that I should meet him at, “a coffee shop that doesn’t have wifi”, which sounded more like a […]
To Get Her
August 15, 2018Be Playful But not immature Exude strength But don’t overbear Show interest Nothing shallow though Bond for real Not for nuts Practice faith And lose fiction Don’t say love And live otherwise Shed the weapons. They no longer serve you. Be her protector. Therein lies your purpose and your secure escape. That’s how you grow […]
Empty Circles
August 8, 2018We perched atop an empty plinth With each other to lean against Lust between our lips Your voice sweet enough To reach the spot inside of me That ached for something true Didn’t want to get down too soon, But you moved too smooth. Your skin wore the moon in ink, and I […]
She Cannot Sleep: Between Fiction and Friction
August 8, 2018It’s nearly 2am and she cannot sleep because of a dull throbbing in her head. She can’t let her thoughts rest because they refuse to stop racing. She knows she could take her medication and go through her days sedated like she used to. She would rather be dead than numb. This dull throbbing pulses […]
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