Poetry from Neil Ellman

Departure of a Ghost (watercolor/gouache by Paul Klee)                   The ghost of my other self my inner self, my alter self lives with me, shares my bed, my life as if it were its life a place at my table within my house as if it were […]

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Poetry from K.C. Fontaine

A Slow Suicide I. the pakistani painter’s studio a shrine to her lost self the finer things glossed resistance depressed days blunted nights II. the darkest corner of her dust-laden studio whisper brighter daysze.

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Poetry from Neil Ellman

Selfinity (Roberto Matta Echaurren, painting)                 Infinity, self the self in infinite shapes of past, present and future selves never quite themselves yet always somehow the same as if the self = mc2 constant, eternal and infinite as if there were only a single time and space in […]

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Kahlil Crawford interviews 48blocks.com founder Leland Ware

One of my early literary/skating influences was 48blocks.com founder Leland Ware. Leland was a bit more cosmopolitan than most of us; and you’d be hard-pressed to come across him doing anything unrelated to writing/skating in some way, shape or form. I reached out to him recently to see what’s up.. KC: Sup man, it’s been a minute […]

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Kahlil Crawford reviews Lisa Stalvey’s memoir Food, Sex, Wine and Cigars

  A renowned chef, Lisa Stalvey spent the past eighteen years of her life penning her independently published cookbook-to-memoir, Food, Sex, Wine & Cigars. A raw, experiential self-reflection; FSWC, to me, is more than a mere book – it is a Movement. Lisa embodies the literary risk-taking often absent today – a reality she, certainly, can relate to […]

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Poetry from Neil Ellman

Andromeda                     I The dragon-night, its smothering wings, holds her fast, its tongue, embered by the stars it eats, turns her skin to smoldering coals, her soul to the stone she has become.   II No escape from this dark enemy, none, nor even the light […]

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Prose from K.C. Fontaine

MENDOTA BLUFF ‘I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.’ -Redbone proverb In 2008, I was informally introduced to the business world in a Saint Paul, Minnesota café: As a creative Artist with an extensive not-for-profit background, I was found to be an asset to […]

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Poetry from Neil Ellman

Aftermath (after the painting by Adolph Gottlieb) After the aftermath a yellow sun a blister on the skin of time when time itself caught fire and simmered in its throes before the end the rattle of its destiny from tongues of light a quiver, a yowl then afterwards the sun without a past or after […]

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Poetry from Neil Ellman

Soft Self-Portrait with Fried Bacon (after the painting by Salvador Dalí;  found poem based on quotations by the artist) At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon, and my ambition has been growing ever since. There are some days when I think I’m going to […]

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