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Featured Artist: Koji Nagai
Koji Nagai was born and raised in Hiroshima, Japan. At age of thirty-five, Nagai was attracted to the world of free spirit of the collage design. Nagai generates ideas for his collage arts based on his first impression of the materials. The interfusion of the different types of elements, which are old and new, fiction and nonfiction, life and death, and western and oriental leads to Nagai’s new design creation of the collage arts. Nagai currently lives in Hiroshima with his partner, Naoko Sakuma.
OWNING THINGS. OWNING A LOT OF THINGS.
Fiction by Jody Azzouni
"What a horrible job I have, she tells me, what a horrible horrible horrible job. Career, I mean. What a horrible horrible horrible career I have. Creating beautiful things for rich people..." READ MORE
Fiction by Jody Azzouni
"What a horrible job I have, she tells me, what a horrible horrible horrible job. Career, I mean. What a horrible horrible horrible career I have. Creating beautiful things for rich people..." READ MORE
DOUBLE-DARE and WIDE BORDER
Poetry by Caroline Knox
"A wide border, a decorative orphrey,/a flange of deep shadow tones, honey, and wheat –/in two lines. One close to us, one/at some distance and thus smaller..." READ MORE
Poetry by Caroline Knox
"A wide border, a decorative orphrey,/a flange of deep shadow tones, honey, and wheat –/in two lines. One close to us, one/at some distance and thus smaller..." READ MORE
THE ROOM and other poems
Poetry by David McLoghlin
"Ecclesiastical 8 o’clock/hush and lull in the enclosure, along the corridor/the rough hemp carpet/under our bare feet,/passing the red, unmoved Sacred Heart lights..." READ MORE
Poetry by David McLoghlin
"Ecclesiastical 8 o’clock/hush and lull in the enclosure, along the corridor/the rough hemp carpet/under our bare feet,/passing the red, unmoved Sacred Heart lights..." READ MORE
LIKE AIRPLANES AND STARS
Fiction by Dan Gutstein
"...and there, at the corner of Broadway and a numbered street, her car idled well to the west of where Europe ended and America began..." READ MORE
Fiction by Dan Gutstein
"...and there, at the corner of Broadway and a numbered street, her car idled well to the west of where Europe ended and America began..." READ MORE
HEADLINE NEWS
Poetry by John Deming
"longhorn skull over a fireplace/bullethole between the eyeholes/and as big as them/that’s the way that I feel/when I wake up/I’m a citizen..."
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Poetry by John Deming
"longhorn skull over a fireplace/bullethole between the eyeholes/and as big as them/that’s the way that I feel/when I wake up/I’m a citizen..."
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THE FREEDOM OF THE HOUSE and ABSENT AGENDA
Poetry by David Dodd Lee
" know it's none of my business, but/ dreams are/ good, a planet
tiled with/ fabric,/ feathery to the touch/ as though autumn had fallen off..." READ MORE
Poetry by David Dodd Lee
" know it's none of my business, but/ dreams are/ good, a planet
tiled with/ fabric,/ feathery to the touch/ as though autumn had fallen off..." READ MORE
FAILURE: A LOVE LETTER
Essay by Isobel O'Hare
"Your fish friend is like Halberstam’s "forgotten subcultural producers who lie hidden beneath the glittering surface of market valued success.” You can point to gills and a dorsal fin and feel confident that you know what they are." READ MORE
Essay by Isobel O'Hare
"Your fish friend is like Halberstam’s "forgotten subcultural producers who lie hidden beneath the glittering surface of market valued success.” You can point to gills and a dorsal fin and feel confident that you know what they are." READ MORE
DIAMONDLAND
Fiction by Kate Imbach
"Our mountains are full of gems. Trip over a rock on a hike and you might overturn a sapphire the size of your fist. Bang an icepick into the right glacier and thousands of diamond fragments might come tumbling out and get caught in your hair like snowflakes..." READ MORE
Fiction by Kate Imbach
"Our mountains are full of gems. Trip over a rock on a hike and you might overturn a sapphire the size of your fist. Bang an icepick into the right glacier and thousands of diamond fragments might come tumbling out and get caught in your hair like snowflakes..." READ MORE
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