Artist’s statement: In ‘Keep Searching’, I captured one of my friends observing snails and other oceanic discoveries among rocks. While out with a few friends in New England, we decided to stop by the Cape Cod canal (MA) and walk along the water’s edge. My friend was determined to search for snails and crabs, even […]
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Alexis Petri is a reader of poetry and literary magazines and has a master’s degree in English. She is also an enthusiastic amateur photographer. For her, poetry and photography go together. She went to work as a researcher, hoping to learn more about life, love, resilience. For the past twenty years, she has worked with […]
Carl’s Cafe and Diner wasn’t much to look at, a one-story white-washed concrete block building with a tin roof and two big front windows, one bearing a repugnant, hand-painted NO COLORED sign. I went there anyway early one afternoon a few days after deployment to Bogue Field. The diner offered something different, something civilian, and […]
I first detect it while tracking down Caravaggio and Goya paintings with a soggy map of the Prado baroque galleries in hand: an infelicity, or tenderness, in my lady parts. But there’s no time for abnormalities of the gazoot on this trip my honey and I scrimped all year to pay for. Madrid is our […]
I can’t stand ghost hunters, though they mean well. Most of them. They certainly don’t do it for the money. I’m no expert in the subject, but I listen to them sometimes, as they sit in dark rooms with their bowls of water and electronic doodads. They whisper about how they’re going to make rent, […]
I found this growth on my dick. How long it had been there, I didn’t know. It was too horrible to think about and it was all I could think about. Earlier that day I’d been at the library, scrolling through hundreds of images online, comparing them to the picture I’d taken with Emma’s camera. […]
1 Rex had pleasant dreams most nights, though he didn’t sleep much. He thought maybe it had something to do with the smells coming in from under the door, cinnamon, vanilla, sugar. The sparse apartment where he spent his days got good light in the morning, okay light in the afternoon which was nice […]
Bill waited for his brother, Richard, on the curb outside the Summer Sky Recovery Center in North Pole, a thirty minute drive from Bill’s house in Fairbanks. His coat collar covered his cheeks and the bottom half of his frostbitten ears. He smoked a Viceroy. He was done with drying out. He hadn’t had a […]
lies under the blue sky and its white cloud in the Pearl River estuary, dredged sand is piled alongside droning ships are busy, engaged inside the Venetian Macao a mirror world with man-made sky and cloud high above this patch of never rains, nor ever becomes cloudy hailing from Italy singing Gondoliers glide down the […]
Red Bird A red bird perched and sang a song of leaves and rain, summer storms of May: The driving rain, phantom bullets, a windmill turning in the night: Bird perched on the mill, signal in the night, solitary red: Within a May- storm of leaves and rain, the red bird caught and held my […]