Melissa R. Benham For Gala-Salvador Dali Alison Daniel My Dear Stacy M. Floyd Midnight Without You C.R. Garza The Ghost of My Right Arm H L Johanson Heart on the Table Christopher Neenan Throwing Stones in Cork Shann Palmer The Nature of Belief Anthony Seidman Conduit of Rain Barry Spacks Addict of Losses Kim Welliver Detritus
Marck L. Beggs The National Endowment for the Arts: A Parable Long ago, by the light of a dim, smoking torch, a caveman stood scratching the likeness of a saber-toothed tiger into the wall of his dreary, moldy cave. This was a special caveman, whose images went beyond the stick-figures of his peers; this man, named Enkidu, rendered three-dimensional drawings that suggested the movements and strength of the big cat as well. Jason Gurley What Albert Held The room was the only thing that reminded him of what used to be: the paint on the walls peeling away in onion-skin slices, stiff and angry; the dated décor that pulled him back through the years to his favorite period; the slow ticking of the alarm clock on the night stand. Norman Lock The Object of our Hatred He had gone to Vienna to study the language of dreams, he said. And crossing the Ligurian Sea on his return to Africa, he had fallen in love with a woman whose parasol he now kept in his tent because he was devoted to the delicate curve of its handle, its pale-green skirt.
Mary Rodriguez Mothers
Mary Beth Magin
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