Featured Artist — Franco Fajeti
“Franco Fajeti was born in a little city called Scandiano close to Reggio Emilia, Italy, on May 3, 1944. When he was young, he developed a passion for art by silently watching his… Continue reading
“Franco Fajeti was born in a little city called Scandiano close to Reggio Emilia, Italy, on May 3, 1944. When he was young, he developed a passion for art by silently watching his… Continue reading
I wish not to reserve the gherkin for the king her king, especially The ferns leaked green There were threats of jail-time There were threats of Jell-O shots, too One came to fruition one bore… Continue reading
CJ made a mother out of birthday cake, so I decided I’d force a father from the dirt I now tendered. CJ made that mother years ago from wanting something sweet to do… Continue reading
I In early July 20-, just before the heat wave struck that would plague our region with the hottest, driest, most lethal string of days in over a century, I went to the… Continue reading
1. How to run : remember the grave danger in our bodies. How to rationalize running : from an ax-wielder from a dingo or a baby from the bully who invariably will kick… Continue reading
The faculty meeting wasn’t any more boring than usual. The new dean seemed to be addressing another audience, as if she were already auditioning for a better job. Mike Pollard from History managed… Continue reading
Pictures of Us Here I am mowing down tin cans with a .45 while the dog goes berserk you’re picking casings from rose bushes the gardener could chip a blade on the whacker… Continue reading
“These pieces are acrylic pour paintings created by combining acrylic paint with various substrates and silicone oil. The layers of paint react within the mixture according to their density and form an abstract… Continue reading
CHILDHOODS As if catching a moth between two cupped hands, her yet-to-be-broken father holds her head above a sick- bed stained with a century’s illness. Through the winter window, fields of blackened lungs… Continue reading
is where you place the sun-dried tomatoes. Too near the surface they burn, little islands charred in a sea of gorgonzola. Black olives are best broken and drowned, as the tomatoes must be,… Continue reading
The Answer to Your Question is, “We Will Be Doing This Dance Involving Sun and Clouds Again Tomorrow if the good Lord’s willing and my leaky old boat stays afloat. Our time seems… Continue reading
i. The boon of air: dry, cool, moving. Today, nothing on the calendar except the garden. I should seize the day. The breeze picks up, lifts leaves, rustles through boughs. Maybe I’ll weed… Continue reading