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By Karen Resta The man across from me was vaguely familiar, but I really didn’t know him at all. The woman next to me I did know, but at the moment she was acting distant. We sat in a large booth near the front of this famous old Brooklyn restaurant, a gilded place with broken-springed red velvet banquettes, uneven wooden floors, and elderly waiters wearing long aprons that fell well below their knees. The gaslights fizzed grimy yellow, highlighting the dark sticky contours of the heavily varnished booths.
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The couple that welds together stays together. Certainly, I felt bonded with my partner (and frequent collaborator/Quail Bell Magazine photographer) Aaron Gold the night we hit up Craftsman Ave. in Brooklyn, NY for the "weld a steel rose" date night. We entered this gritty workshop fully expecting to try something new and get our hands dirty. And by "we," I mean me. I hadn't given Aaron too many hints about our destination because I wanted it to be a surprise. Surprises make date nights all the more thrilling! He knew we would be doing a couples activity and I had warned him to wear sturdy shoes and old clothes. Nada más.
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I had every intention of reviewing An-My Lê's "Between Two Rivers/Giữa hai giòng sông/Entre deux rivières" exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art. As my City College of New York sculpture professor Colin Chase once told me, I'm a "serious artist" and a "serious thinker." (He also called me Miss Thang, but that's another story.) Shouldn't I gaze upon this conflict related body of work and come up with something poetic about Vietnam and the U.S. military-industrial complex?
Thankfully, it is a sign of maturity to know when to excuse yourself from a task. Given that my visit occurred on my birthday, I decided to cling to the wisdom that one acquires by living another year. Rather than inundate myself with more thoughts of war-themed photography, I'd inundate myself with thoughts of conceptual art. So I opted for Ed Ruscha first and foremost during my most recent MoMa escapade. I needed escapism and humor, and "Now Then" is a big, honkin' retrospective. Did I see An-My Lê's exhibition? Yes, and the "Fourteen Views" installation juxtaposing images from Vietnam, U.S., and France was a chapel I hope to reflect upon another time. If nothing else (and there's a lot else), go see it for that. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Poem & Photo by Ghia Vitale Art Effects by Pixlr E In case you haven’t heard already, I married myself on Samhain (Halloween) of October 31, 2023. My self-marriage ritual is the result of sologamy, or the practice of marrying yourself. During my self-marriage ritual, I read “Venus of Abyssal Seas”. I wrote and dedicated this poem to Venus and Astaroth, the goddess of love and demon who blessed my self-marriage.
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Comedian/actor/shutterbug Aaron Gold and I galavanted around the Maryland Renaissance Faire for its closing weekend last month—and what a smorgasbord! I flaunted my Queen Jaguar attire, but I gotta say, plenty of costumes outshone mine. No worries. A huge part of ren faire fun is gobbling up the wardrobe buffet. Take a gander at this gallery below for a couple of our favorites, including a whole-ass boat! Another indelible aspect of the ren faire experience: live shows. We adored Celtic Magic, a comedic medley of illusions and Irish culture performed by Daniel and Bella Green Wolf. Equally stunning (though tonally totally different): Knightwings, a birds of prey show that highlighted owls on the afternoon we caught it. We're already anticipating next year's revelry at the Maryland Renaissance Faire! May we see you there at all 27 acres of the festivities. RennFest.com
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By Brenna Cuba They didn’t know it, but the change would be permanent. The kids got so quiet afterward. They hadn’t thought to be quiet before I shed that quaint skin they preferred me in. That’s what changed first: my skin. It became thin and translucent. I hung back against the pale walls of the living room. I thought I could calm down before anything escalated, blend in, go unnoticed.The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Amy Lee “subway station
i wish to go nowhere” Poetry can sometimes become too cumbersome and preoccupied with forms and rules that it feels heavy and contrived. Yet the elegance of simplicity and the quiet power of ‘less is more’ is alive in Neha R. Krishna’s first volume of modern Haiku, no urgency to be home. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Book Review & Free Link to E-book.pdf: 'Love in the Time of Corona' - By Tharani Balachandran9/25/2023 By Amy Lee “…and now all I miss is the touch of my mother’s hand my friends who are out saving the world and the lovers I just couldn’t hold onto.” - Love in the Time of Corona I have often been fascinated by the intensity and originality of writings produced during isolation and loneliness by the likes of the Bronte sisters and Jane Austen. Tharani Balachandran’s debut poetry chapbook, Love in the Time of Corona, charters upon a similar story-telling with ‘Bridget-Jones’-esque wit, sharp political commentary and vivid imageries about a modern feminist’s life, love and the unfair pressures of ‘having it all’. The narratives are so bouncy and rich that the reader will feel like s/he just enjoyed a cup of coffee with an old friend. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Steph Whitehouse There is a box that sits in my wardrobe. It’s been there a long time and has travelled many places with me. This box contains many treasures that have been collected over a lifetime. My mother started the original box for me when I was born. She filled it with special items from my childhood. Things she thought I would like to see when I was older and recall special memories. I have been through this box many times and cleaned it out a few times. Some things have been thrown out and others have stayed. Some things have stayed for their memories, others for the people who gave them to me and others because they are cherished childhood items.
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Looking for a short, gorgeous collection of haiku to add to your bookshelf? Wing Strokes Haiku (Kelsay Books, 2022)by Sydell Rosenburg and Amy Losak is both a haiku collection and living memorial. Written by a late mother and daughter, the collection has two haiku on each page, one by Rosenburg and one by Losak.
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