Essay from Abigail George

Secrets   So, mother, like Johannesburg, you cut me in deep, imaginative and raw ways. A cut from you was a project. Thinking of you, staring at you, looking at you, your progress illuminated the world around me. Everything was brighter and so, I was always regaining strength. The love I had for you was […]

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Poetry from Melanie Browne

Jessica the trio of musicians pluck Sakura, Sakura and I imagine you, the niece I have never met with a handful of snow somewhere near Mobara​ Jessica, someday soon it will be spring and the cherry blossoms will bring  a sweet sadness, a tiny glimpse of heaven and the snow will melt and run back […]

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Poetry from Gabriela Carolus

The silence was your golden ticket   Ssshh   To some, your words were the once awaited fate. People were waiting with bated breath for the State of the Nation. However, you gave us your verse. Instead. In beauty and grace, you spoke about becoming and what elements shaped you.   So, ssshh. Yes.   […]

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Poetry from Ryan Flanagan

Charisma Jake Can Sell Anything caskets to newborns a stereo that plays nothing but the Thompson Twins bloody tampons as collector’s items they say he even sold Robert Johnson’s soul at the Crossroads, got a broker’s fee and everything one of those one time deals where all the paperwork has to be in order, and […]

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Poem from Michael Robinson

The Mud   The mud inches its way towards, My wife and daughter, I hold them ever so tight.   My tears inches there way down my cheek, My wife tears creep down my forearm, And my daughter asks, Why father.   It’s the rainy season, It’s the pain season, It’s the season of heartache. […]

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Christopher Bernard reviews Cal Berkeley Performances’ show 17c

Scene from 17c, by Big Dance Theater BURNING DIARIES   A review by Christopher Bernard   17c Big Dance Theater Zellerbach Playhouse Berkeley, California   Diaries: those curious amalgams of introspection, examination of conscience, honesty (or the lack of it), performance of the self in the mirror of the mind, costumery of the soul, writing […]

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Christopher Bernard reviews ‘Custodians of Beauty’ from Pavel Zustiak and the Palissimo Company at Berkeley’s Zellerbach Hall

THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER     A review by Christopher Bernard For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror . . . —Rilke Custodians of Beauty Pavel Zuštiak and Palissimo Company Zellerbach Playhouse Berkeley, California One of the many peculiarities of our post-postmodern age (though a clearer term for it would be “hypermodern”) […]

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