The Last Supper — Shaelyn Smith
[apertif] FATE A virtual tour of the Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for Feminist Art housed on the fourth floor of the Brooklyn Museum quickly brings us to its permanent installation: Judy Chicago’s The… Continue reading
2 Poems — Terry Savoie
Her Left Knee, His Cerebral Hemorrhage Now comes an apoplectic bongo beat, this rumbling, honey- buzzing bee-burning beneath sunken & blued cheeks, his chest heaving as he gurgles & gargles & gags, Is… Continue reading
Everything Was Quicksand — Rebecca Fishow
The tables were quicksand. The chairs quicksand. The coffee and the coffee pot were quicksand. The car was quicksand. The cat melted into the cat, then the floor. The floor melted into the… Continue reading
Ahab’s Hawser Tows His Purpose Yet — Devon Balwit
Ahab is forever Ahab, man…I am the Fates’ lieutenant; I act under orders…I feel strained, half stranded, as ropes that tow dismasted frigates in a gale; and I may look so But ere… Continue reading
First Lessons in Laundry — Karen J. Weyant
Our washing machine started spewing smoke like an old car engine, so my mother dragged a five-year-old me to Soaps & Suds on South Main, where over a month ago, senile Mrs. Dell,… Continue reading
“Why Can’t I Have an Atom Poet for a Message Boy?” — Ace Boggess
“Why Can’t I Have an Atom Poet for a Message Boy?” —Halldor Laxness, The Atom Station Build a bomb on your tongue, then build a universe. Creator, destroyer. Tell me the news is… Continue reading
Making Joshua Stand Still — Lois Marie Harrod
an elegy The sun stood still and the shadow of the horse along the lane and the shadow of the hand along the ledge. The birch that was always swaying stopped its backbone,… Continue reading
Afterlife — Joe Ponepinto
When people come back from the dead they come back from heaven or something like it, not from hell. Except for Dr. Bennett Bentivoglio, who said his certainty about the afterlife that he’d… Continue reading
Featured Artist — Tina Khmelnitskaya
Click Images to Enlarge I am an art historian and jewelry designer based in St. Petersburg. While completing my PhD in Art History at the State University of St. Petersburg, I developed my… Continue reading
Everglades — Susanna Lang
Jungjin Lee Beneath the cypress, dark sucks out all the air, and * Glimmer of light on water. The photographer’s feet are wet but she will not notice until she has already turned… Continue reading
Teaching Transcendentalism in Jersey City — Don Delo
Everyone should have a perch, a place where he can talk to himself without seeming deranged. My perch is on the eastern slope of Peter’s Valley in northern New Jersey on a cliff… Continue reading
Snowlining — Yuan Changming
At the same height of Every rocky mountain Above all seasonal change You are widely cut open As if to bite a whole patch of Sky from heaven With rows of rows of… Continue reading
Pennsylvania Deer Hunt — Jake Sheff
Now the mist produces whispers of dusk. Cicadas in acacias hum like lawnmowers. A pair of sparrows coupling has more than two minds. This planet, with a low IQ, is thinking in haiku.… Continue reading
12 pairs of underwear, one bathing suit, no socks — H.V. Cramond
*** H.V. Cramond is the founding Poetry Editor of Requited Journal and a yoga teacher. Tenure Track, the musical she co-wrote with Cayenne Sullivan, was featured in the Premier Premieres festival of… Continue reading
3 Poems — D.G. Geis
MAD SCIENCE How far we’ve paddled from Ye Olde Tidal Pool! Between the shark liver oil in Preparation H and eau de vie of jellyfish in Prevagen, we soldier on. Life’s stinging tentacles… Continue reading
2 Poems — C. Derick Varn
ALIENATION “Psychosis is an attempt at rigor… I am psychotic for the simple reason that I have always tried to be rigorous” — Jacques Lacan A woman once asked me: “Do you believe… Continue reading
2 Poems — Sheryl St. Germain
PAINTING AN APPLE You are trying to learn to do with a brush what you have always done with words. It’s humbling, because a brush is not a pen, and you don’t yet… Continue reading
Looking for a Lifeguard? Ours Walks on Water! — Kevin Brown
Cerulean blue, over-chlorinated neighborhood pool, the first full day of summer vacation, and my sister saves me from drowning. My mother told me to avoid the part of the pool three times as… Continue reading
A Good Priest — Emily Glossner Johnson
The gaunt man with parchment skin sat on the orange plaid couch in Father Connall O’Riordan’s office across from where Connall sat in his desk chair. Connall never sat behind his desk when… Continue reading
“David of Sasun” & 6 Paintings — Ararat Sarkissian
Ararat Sarkissian is a Yerevan-based visual artist. His work has been exhibited many countries, including Singapore, Korea, Italy, Russia, Belarus, Greece, The United States, Switzerland, France, Iran, Germany, Japan, Cyprus, Spain and Armenia.… Continue reading
A Young Man’s Journey to the Homeland: An excerpt from Arra S. Avakian’s diary of a trip to Europe and Armenia in 1935 — Introduction by Armine Mortimer
In 1934, under President Roosevelt, the United States recognized the Soviet Union, and travel to the Soviet Socialist Republics became possible. Armenia in 1935 was not technically a Soviet Socialist Republic, but was… Continue reading
Miniatures, Illustrations & Coats of Arms — Emir Burjanadze
Click Images to Enlarge *** Emir Burjanadze (1937 – 2014) studied at the Tbilisi State Academy of Fine Arts and worked as an architect in the Industrial Graphics Department of the Technical… Continue reading