- Landscape by Michelle Tholen
Essay from Ayokunle Adeleye
THE POTENTIAL: Realising Limits.
It was the best of times. His luck could not have been better. Yes, he
was in debt, but that day he recouped his losses. That day he had made
$25,000 from betting at the casino. That day, he only needed $25, 000
more and his debt would be no more. There was no need to debate the
issue. All he had to do was visit the casino again the next day and
win some more.
Then it was the worst of times. For the next day, he left the casino
the way he’d gone in the previous day: drained of both hope and money.
Or not quite so. The previous morning he was hopeful he could pay his
debt, the previous night, he was convinced he could. And now he was
certain he couldn’t. He was right where he had started out. He had had
potential, had had energy, and it had ruined him.
Poetry and a short story from Sandy Hiortdahl
The Composite
by Sandy Hiortdahl
Half-reeking Frankenstein composite,
stumbling through the orchard at dinnertime
grabs an apple and flings it headlong
against the wall of Disrepair–
then, going to the wall, scales it to see
a hundred-foot drop into boiling waves,
wishes himself Nemo composite,
sleek gills swimming through anemone:
then spies the patented dorsal fin, sees
tentacles floating outward from it, catfish
whiskers sly around the shark grin,
and knows himself not alone
G.X. Chen’s novel Forget Me Not, reviewed by Tony Longshanks le Tigre
Weather Events and Climate: Dr. Inez Fung speaks at Oakland’s Chabot Space and Science Center
Weather Events and Climate: Dr. Inez Fung speaks at Oakland’s Chabot Space and Science Center
Artwork from Erik Stitt
- The Call of the Moon
- Wapiti Morning Song
- Lakota Man
- Two Feathers by artist Erik Stitt
- Mercy
- Blow Up Doll
- The Kindred Print Two
- Tara Firma
Poetry from Rick Hartwell
Foggy Dawn
I love these foggy dawns of
spring and early summer:
mornings of limited visibility,
muffled sounds, water
coating every surface.
These are quiet mornings,
made for contemplation,
self-reflection.
I do not need to deeply analyze
to know these are mornings of:
certain limited sadness,
unfulfilled expectations,
intentions set-aside,
uncompleted lives,
lost causes
However, they are mornings of
promise still, if not for me,
then perhaps for you.























