

Art + Interview feat. Shane Allison
Titles in order shown: The Popsicle Queen, magazine on drawing paper, washi tape and glitter, 11in x 14in Twilight Heartthrob, magazine and washi tape on cardboard, 11in x 14in Natalie, magazine on scrapbook paper, 11in x 14in Flower Girl 1, magazine on scrapbook paper and washi tape, 11in x 14 in Flower Girl 2, magazine on scrapbook paper and washi tape, 11in x 14 in Michelle, magazine on drawing paper and washi tape, 11in x 14in "Something New": An Interview with Shane Alli


Fifty
Fifty He said if you keep punishing yourself like this you’ll be old by the time you’re fifty and right there in the instant of him saying it I became fifty I was never able to go back and it was never made clear to me what might have transpired in the obliterated years between had I performed myself inside them exceedingly quickly or had I not lived them at all I felt as though I had memories a deaccessioned painting hovel with keyhole doorway anecdotes of conglomerates and


“In Search of Evanescence: A Conversation with Michelle Brittan Rosado”
Born in San Francisco and raised in Vacaville, Michelle Brittan Rosado earned an MFA in Creative Writing from California State University, Fresno, and is currently a PhD candidate in Creative Writing & Literature at the University of Southern California. She is the author of Why Can’t It Be Tenderness, which won the Felix Pollak Prize in Poetry selected by Aimee Nezhukumatathil (University of Wisconsin Press, 2018). Her chapbook, Theory on Falling into a Reef, won the inaugur


The Farmhouse
The Farmhouse In the time since Jackie’s death, Laura has learned the truth of existing alone. It isn’t so hard. It means keeping busy. The farmhouse is much too large for one person. Daily, there is water to collect and boil; there are tools to clean, greens to forage, rugs to be hung over the rail and swatted with an old badminton racket. But now it’s cold—November in northeastern Canada. Too cold to stray far from the house. In her state of aloneness, Laura draws inward. S


Hells Bells
Hells Bells Wasn’t allowed to listen to secular music. Mother said it was the devil’s music. Church said Satan was made of music, glory of the Lord inlaid in his pipes. Before he was cast out, pastor said Satan led heaven’s choir. Lucifer still sings pastor said and we could hear him on Rock ‘n’ Roll records backwards, hell-bent & warbled. Sometimes when I’m bored I research the Manson murders. I often think about Sharon Tate’s shredded pregnant body. One night, I even looked


The Tools We Used
The Tools We Used 1 My father gripping the lawnmower's handle on Saturdays to pummel twigs was how we measured time. His pulse beating in his fingers. One way to show love is walking back and forth in rows. 2 On its side like a frail animal the wheel-hoe blurs covered in rain near wilting summer squash. 3 I was never taught to rip wood in half with an axe to build a fire like my brother. 4 What I've come to know of love is a tractor blade set to cut just above the soil, Papa