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Art, Fiction, Film, Poetry, Theatre, & Other Imaginings
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By T. L. Sullivan  I was watching a movie with my friend and this guy I knew in high school. I kept having to remember not to touch him, because my palms were sweaty. He and I were talking about these people in the film, and he was looking at me and said, “and thankfully you haven’t painted your nails either.” He put his hand on my face, gently, said “don’t get me wrong…it’s like you’re Jesus. Feel my hand.” And that was it.
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 She has propped herself up on my old beat-up coffee table. This dream baby is surrounded by three stressed-out cats hiding in the shadows of a living room I have never seen before-- Or, maybe I have. And one of the cats is gray and particularly unfriendly: She is delivering orders to the black and white strays who ignore us. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
*Editor's Note: Wow, we love these illustrations! In order, we have "The Commute", "God of the Library", "The Wolf King (Alternative Version)", and "The Wolf King". Check out the artist statement below to learn more about the inspiration behind these beautiful pieces.
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By Donna Dallas  Author's Statement: I enjoy writing about dark things. I like to open things up, peel the layers and put the blood and guts out there in the form of poems or stories. However shocking these creations are, I believe they mean something and have significance to someone else out there somewhere. I’m interested in dark matter. Ironically, I have been researching actual “dark matter,” which I discovered could possibly be something like “failed” stars. I like to think of myself as a failed star. I like the darkness of it. I am drawn to the idea of connecting dark matter with the bones I am given each day. I say this because within the darkness, light is found isn’t it? Within a failure - or a mistake, something epic and beautiful is born, hence these four poems.
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By Emily Fontenot  *Editor's Note: Previously published in Same.
I have to cancel. I have to. He’ll hate me, but I can live with that. Maybe. I mean, what kind of bitch cancels a coffee date? The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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By Ann Christine Tabaka  I. Trying to Make Sense of it I do not hear from myself anymore, the voice is gone. It vanished - when I left it on the sink. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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