Author: Zvezdana Rashkovich

This is Not Your Country

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

Dumb Blonde

  “A blonde walks into a library—” The man starts then stops. He is a man with a big belly in a dark, baggy sweatsuit,

At the Seams

  To see more of Alattar’s work, visit her website Artist Statement   The search for balance is fundamental in my work.  Each piece starts

Burn

for Reshma Qureshi   Mustard flowers stipple the olive and emerald fields as dusty buffalos wallow in shrinking mud pools. Women wash pink dupattas and

Meow Meow

  stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance   The pitter-patter woke Sheila the first night. A rush of footsteps tumbled through her

The Flag Series: Fingers tracing Places of Aspiration

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.

Two Poems by Sarah Bates

I remember myself in parts. November

morning without snow. Dusty footprints,

no brakes. I remember nothing.

Two Poems by Dorinda Wegener

If Your Family Owned a Mausoleum, then This Poem Would Make More Sense   Your sisters have found corpses: beautiful one in the bath, the

Three Poems by Michelle Lewis

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

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