Art by S. Putnik Published Issue 104, August 2022 Siena Goldman aka S. Putnik lives in her birthplace, Los Angeles, where she has spent her lifetime so far experimenting with the visual and musical arts. She loves working with pencil, pastel, watercolor, crayon and collage to convey interesting textures, color palettes, and moods in her […]
Coins Dropped By Alison Moski Art by S. Putnik Published Issue 103, July 2022 Coins dropped Into a skull slot Slip down into throat Disappearing A token of wisdom ingested Walk-through solidity of heat wall Under drifting cumulonimbus Blinding whiteness cauliflower-Ness Tao of physics Snagged at a free library A second read through might make
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Art by S. Putnik Published Issue 102, June 2022 Siena Goldman aka S. Putnik lives in her birthplace, Los Angeles, where she has spent her lifetime so far experimenting with the visual and musical arts. She loves working with pencil, pastel, watercolor, crayon and collage to convey interesting textures, color palettes, and moods in her
Art by S. Putnik Published Issue 099, March 2022 Siena Goldman aka S. Putnik lives in her birthplace, Los Angeles, where she has spent her lifetime so far experimenting with the visual and musical arts. She loves working with pencil, pastel, watercolor, crayon and collage to convey interesting textures, color palettes, and moods in her
Entrance at Mutato Feat. S. Putnik By Mark Mothersbaugh Published as the Back Cover Issue 099, March 2022 Mark Mothersbaugh is one of this era’s most unique and prolific composers. Deeply aware of the ability of precise, multi-faceted artistic expression to deliver vital social commentary, he has perpetually challenged and redefined musical and visual boundaries.
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SUCCUBI By Mark J. Mitchell Art by S. Putnik Published Issue 098, February 2022 He never got his witch — the potent night that cracked open under her icy touch. Or silence, wrapping him soft as a cut reed shroud. All his short time was spent in light too ordinary. He’d constructed small shrines against
Disassociation By Maggie D. Fedorov Art by S. Putnik Published Issue 098, February 2022 The totality of the absence of sound would shame the dead; whom in their inability to stifle their very existence despite having stared long into the eyes and heart of death, yet have failed to accomplish that for which an empty
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NEAR HOLLYWOOD, 1948 By Mark J. Mitchell Art by S. Putnik Published Issue 097, January 2022 The outside man from poverty row never met his angels on time. So very bad movies remained unmade and spools of lovely, silver acetate stayed unexposed. There was a girl whose smile would have glittered in the dark and
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My Existential Doctor Herb, Part 17 By Brian Polk Published Issue 096, December 2021 “Can I ask you a blunt question?” I ask my existential doctor, Herb, who nods. “You know what you’re talking about, right? You’re not totally full of shit?” Herb thinks about it for a minute. “I’m pretty sure I’m not full
Down To Brass Tacks By Brian Polk Art contributions by Mark Mothersbaugh & S. Putnik Published Issue 095, November 2021 We Should Take A Cue From The English And Call Our City Denver-Upon-Platte Kingston-upon-Hull, Stratford-upon-Avon, Newcastle-upon-Tyne — the English sure know how to name their cities. It just sounds so dignified to be “upon” something.
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