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Out to the CinemaProducers/Stylists: Sidney Shuman, Amy Gatewood, Shannon Minor, and Lindsey Story Photographer: Jasmine Thompson Model: Shannon Bush Hair & Makeup: Kasey Kohlhorst Clothing: Bianca Flair Back when movie theaters were grand and they thought sound would never last, and George Valentin thought—for an instant, maybe longer—that he'd leave his wife for Peppy Miller, and the young ones thought old actors mugged at the camera, and nobody ever thought, "I could've made this popcorn in my microwave at home." Special Thanks to the Byrd Theatre in Richmond, Virginia.
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Sort Originally from Centreville, Virginia, Katelyn Rebelo is a freshman film major at NYU.
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Our Measurement Uncanny Even transmediterraneanism has its price
weighed in dragon's teeth that never hatched treading on crested waves a shallow sail an old man fishing on the shore I thought better of it. This cartwheel faith? A farce. Sea travel isn't what it used to be, sleeping under the seats, watching for islands you can't land on because they're unanchored, floating whale shells, eel-bellied, barnacled below and home to gulls above. The Wolf God in my ear bearer of brightplagues the night alphabet kindling and wine spectral would not abide these lands to take root. dry timber for the musically inclined The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Rhode Island AvenueBy Christine Stoddard QuailBellMagazine.com I was taught to fear Brentwood, but I went anyway
because I’m not afraid of the black or the poor, because black is just black and poor is just poor, and back then I could’ve collected welfare checks had I wanted, but I believed my poverty would pass and I believed I’d be stealing from hungry babies and I believed I was too damn special and proud to need—or admit needing—from anyone at all. I stood in Silver Spring, where I had paid for a friend’s meal, knowing he was much poorer, even homeless, and feeling strangely smug because I had slapped down my debit card. I could buy two sandwiches and two sodas, and now I would go Christmas shopping because I had money in my account and that made me a minor god. #capitalism #holidayjoy Sing low, sweet WMATA car. Coming for to take me home. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Notes on JellyfishWhen desire aligns itself with the whirring the document Composes itself as follows With gelatinous tissue which is most often translucent but sometimes an opaque pink Propels itself on to the screen The jellyfish is interesting because it has no blood Nor bones nor eyeballs nor mouth in our understanding of the mouth Or tracts differing from that connected to the mouth In this way becomes a mysterious creature unlike most Creatures we find not mysterious and to watch The jellyfish propel itself Through the current would be to Whir the engine around itself and Reason that it has an objective that allows It to achieve a goal Daily without any delay or interfering hesitation /reluctance When the light hits the water In a certain way it Infiltrates the jellyfish To be a jellyfish must be a very odd thing to be Much different than walking and talking and processing The like of daily tasks and recharging your batteries and ensuring personal comfort In one’s material and solid surroundings When searching jellyfish one might find a number of interesting facts About the creature but most often one will find Stimulating images of the various forms of jellyfish that Populate our worlds oceans if you do not know what an ocean is please click here If you do not know exactly what our world is please click here Michelle Betters is a writer originally from Thomasville, Georgia. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Ten ComMANdments1. I am the Lord, thy Bro. Thou shalt not have any Hos before me. 2. Thou shalt not admit familiarity with a Broadway Show. 3. Thou shalt always watch the game. 4. Thou shalt never sneak-a-peek at the man using the urinal adjacent to thou’s own. 5. Thou shalt speak softly, and carry thy big stick. 6. Thou shalt refer to number 1. 7. Thou shalt not cry, except at thy father’s funeral and the end of Old Yeller. 8. Thou shalt never covet thy neighbor’s wife. 9. Thou shalt never act like thy neighbor’s wife. 10. You poke it, you own it. Cameron Blais is a creative writing student at Pratt in Brooklyn, New York. This poem comes from his chapbook on performative masculinity. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Fire-ratBy Claire LeDoyen QuailBellMagazine.com the power of sexual energy as
the promotion of crop growth the free-loader no problem in times of abundance. The god of wealth’s son the god of labor; breeding a rat king of industry. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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Float OnBy Lauren Hunt QuailBellMagazine.com Really, what else is there left to do But float here on the ocean’s roof? I’ll float until I reach a shore They’ll ask me what I’m floating for “For everything,” I shall reply, “Or nothing, if the tide is high.” “What can you mean? How can that be?” I’ll say, “I float quite easily.” They’ll cry, “Surely there must be more! What purpose are you floating for?” That is my purpose, I need no more But since you asked, what is yours? Lauren Hunt is a senior at Ohio State University studying political science. |