I see them climbing their mountains and I see my mom looking up at them, her head raised and her chin pointing out, my dad with his back turned. We are standing there looking, up the mountain the goats and
A Brief History of Your Mom
One mother was not impressed with his urinal routine. Marcel’s aim was better than that she knew. Years later, when he changed the meaning of “meaning,” she pushed all her potted plants off the sill. There was no point, and
I Wish I Was a Mole in the Ground
When was it? Summer in Minneapolis, near Lake Harriet, eighty-five degrees. Right, a tattooed group preceded us through the fifty-odd rows of roses, skin tanned and curlicued, bestial designs pouring out of their tank tops
Between the Banksys: A Conversation
In early May, rumor spread that a new artwork by the world-renown graffitist Banksy had surfaced in the Chinatown neighborhood near the Financial District in downtown Boston. Banksy’s politicized, pop cultural referenced street provocations appear mysteriously overnight on streets and
Death at the Shower
The winter Chet turned 83, his family threw him a death shower and invited all his friends. The ladies made a coffin out of yellow cake. The men measured the inseam for his last suit with the ribbons from the
Search for Grace
He says slow down and mouths words like mother and harder. He says sand is a form of torture for children. He claims he is a space invader but to my ears it sounds like I’m a masturbator. We make
So, Mary?
Julianne Hill is a Chicago-based writer and producer. Her short essay film “So, Mary?” screened at the Cleveland International Film Festival and the Chicago REEL Shorts Film Festival, where it earned an Audience Choice Award. Her essays and reportage for
To Persia
Yasi Ghanbari is an interdisciplinary artist living and working in Chicago. Ghanbari received her MFA in Film, Video, and New Media from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago in 2010. Ghanbari is interested in examining modes of legitimation
It Is a Pulsing Heart
And then she grasps with an unpleasant jolt of consciousness like licking the posts of a nine-volt battery, which she did once on a whim when she was ten, that she has never pushed herself to do anything, not a
Trinities
Amira Hanafi lives in Chicago. She has exhibited work in Chicago galleries, published visual poetry in Diagram and Sleepingfish, organized multi-vocal readings of her texts, performed with the Clairaudient sound collective, and dispersed handmade books and multiples including Palm Reading,