Prose, Poetry, and Art since 1956
The eggs come out of her mouth whole, one by one. Plain brown eggs, same as you’d buy at the supermarket. “Does it feel like they’re coming faster?” Belinda rocks forward at the kitchen table. Her long red hair swings, matted in chunks by whatever product held it in place for our date last night. Mousse, I’d guess, from the powdery smell of it in…
Marilyn Stablein is an artist and writer who creates assemblages from re-purposed and found objects. In her words, the objects’ origins are “unknown, unchartable. They evoke and personify mystery. Shape, form, condition, past function and new arrangements reveal, conceal, and evoke.” Stablein is the author of many books, including: Splitting Hard Ground: Poems (New Mexico Book Award); Bind, Alter, Fold: Artists Books; Sleeping in Caves: A…
I’m thinking of my own mother as I lay my children down in the incubator in the nursery. I can see their tiny bodies writhing beneath the filmy layer of the eggshell. We separated the black shells from yellow a few hours ago. Hal and I got into a fight about what to do with the ones that didn’t make it. He wrinkled his nose…
— Benny Segalis was born in Jerusalem and attended the School of Arts at Washington University in St Louis, Parsons School of Art, The New School, and Chicago Art Institute. Her work was exhibited in San Francisco, Art Basel Miami, Melbourne, St. Louis, Chicago, Tel Aviv, New York, and Ein Hod. Ora Segalis works in many private collections, including in Australia, Switzerland, Mexico, Miami,…
We live along the lush-dry corridor, blocks up from the Train Mouth. After school, flouting rules, we walk Akela Road. Heat splits our nostrils. Dirt browns our undies. Dogs leer and nip. These are dry-boy and dry-girl problems not suffered on the lush side. Trains rumble through the Train Mouth, met by men with prods. Crates of goods discharged. A massive chainlink fence: thirty feet…