I first laid eyes on the artwork of Joanna Hoge as an undergrad at Saint Louis University. The deliberate and concentrated lines in her ink-based drawings instantly captured my attention and continue to haunt me to this day (in the best of ways).
Posted on June 1, 2013 - by Dylan Pasture
Tell me, who was it – We breached the wooden bridge to town You caught my small hand, laughed, out of gas; February We saw moon, stars, which meant country – But which country? I know the weather, music, the empty bridge Though I cannot remember which of the monsters I [...]
Posted on June 1, 2013 - by Gabrielo Banks
Sid sits blind grasping at the glowing moths circling They move rhythmically altering angles at each spiral Around the air, about the child, swift With his small hands grasping nothingness… He sought the glows That first cruised towards him in his tracks … Filled with furious sounds. Now, wafting gently in the air like green [...]