I want violet ghosts with subatomic magnetism like the inside of one perfect voicemail. I want to predict a patchwork of next week mark it off as a listing of future failures, my handwriting dripping from it in equal parts dysfunction and desiccation. I want to want less. I want to feel like I’m thinking […]
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A concentric witness to the same gravity that kept seasons fed, she saw red in the autumn foliage, slick fall with seeds like a lei of Darjeeling. Time lost her of cloud and sky on water, flashed wet a half-translucent sun on a still river bed. She was this, delirium and memory, slender bone buttressed by […]
Artist’s statement: Everyone has that moment where a single song or smell can draw them into a memory. This pastel drawing is my memory of a smell made real. This image, titled Lavender Scent, was inspired by a moment of contentment brought on by a magazine and the scent of perfume in my art class. While […]
Artist’s statement: In ‘Restoration’, I got a shot of graffiti in downtown Plymouth,MA. The inspiration behind this piece came from the negativity caused by vulgar, nonsensical graffiti I had been seeing all around town that day, and the hope and positivity that came from this image that I found. The white lettering against the dark, harsh, […]
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 […]
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. […]