In Leila’s Balkan country most people cowered in permanent unease. Anxious about the propuh, an ill-meaning air draft apparently possessed of ambiguously mystical but lethal
Author: Zvezdana Rashkovich
“A blonde walks into a library—” The man starts then stops. He is a man with a big belly in a dark, baggy sweatsuit,
To see more of Alattar’s work, visit her website Artist Statement The search for balance is fundamental in my work. Each piece starts
for Reshma Qureshi Mustard flowers stipple the olive and emerald fields as dusty buffalos wallow in shrinking mud pools. Women wash pink dupattas and
stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance The pitter-patter woke Sheila the first night. A rush of footsteps tumbled through her
My work often involves the human figure, body pressure, and audience participation. It is propelled by a love for color and movement. These elements are an autobiographical link to my family’s history in the Caribbean Islands, New York City, and Central Virginia.
I remember myself in parts. November
morning without snow. Dusty footprints,
no brakes. I remember nothing.
If Your Family Owned a Mausoleum, then This Poem Would Make More Sense Your sisters have found corpses: beautiful one in the bath, the
Animul/Flame Animul owned the sun that beat the back of the gavel-nosed deer. Around us, sweetbread mountains with their anatomical stone stone stone. I