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"Journalist, photographer, and long-time Quail Bell Magazine contributor Alexander C. Kafka is known for his intimate portraits, eye-catching landscape photography, and now his colorful abstract photos. 'Regenerators,' his latest photo series, embraces the world of abstraction using lights, digital editing, and color to capture familiar and organic forms with vibrancy. Each of the 22 photos in Kafka's 'Regenerators' series emphasizes the complexities of color, line, and shape as they balance between symmetrical shapes of circles and star forms to the ambiguous and abstract forms made by Kafka with light and shadow." You can view more of Kafka's work on here.
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By Lorelei Bacht For every man bottled to death in a quarry,
A mother, a sister, left behind to carry The shame. Inventive ways of surviving living Two doors down from murderers, for the next decade The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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By Lorelei Bacht We make soup from our bones / pine needles / roots / the hope
That times may change / spring come again / mother will live The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Poetry: Excerpts from space girl dreams of home/finds it in you (playlist-in-verse) by Dynas Johnson2/22/2021 By Dynas Johnson 1. ok2222- space travels
i was alone for a long long time time was measured by how far i moved from earth the abyss revealed to me hauntings and tears in space that i would find myself falling through over and over again i was a fugitive from everything including myself home was a bedtime story and i couldn’t fall asleep there were days of travel when silence was both dreamcatcher and dream-eater my body the size of a moment my essence the stuff of stars except where i was from i was only waste matter you were the first to show me that blackness was not death that it’s not an it that she is alive and moving and full of more planets than i ever learned to look for The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Ann Christine Tabaka *Editor's Note: Originally published in Altered Reality Magazine, June 2020.
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By Jaime Grookett During your death notification
the officer, disappointed-- by my dry eyes—straight lips, he didn’t know you were dying for decades his politeness prickled my skin like when we were five and dove The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Nathan Tompkins You sit on the bottom of a black pool, waiting, always waiting for another companion to call and drink tea and whiskey to warm the bones against the coolness of the water. Your white eyes follow the circle of light to the surface six fathoms up, longing for some conversation more stimulating than the lives of salmon. But the most you hear are the falls eroding the rocks at the edge of your lair.
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By Jaime Grookett perched sock-footed on the top step
anticipation igniting your eyes flung yourself downstairs The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Artist Statement
When my mom dropped me off in Richmond, Virginia with no mattress and no phone (due to my own poor planning) I ran out the back door to bike around my new city. My transfer experience to VCU was absent of name tags, guided tours, or pep rallies but nevertheless I was determined to enjoy my first year as a VCU undergraduate. I biked, walked, and soon skateboarded throughout Richmond finding porches filled with personal art and bird of paradise plants next to painted porch swings. My local 7-11s had colorful and abstract murals painted on their side brick walls and the bridge I parked on near my new home was spray-painted with "BLM" tags and stickers promoting pop-up art shows. My eyes were never bored. |