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Strategies of Art Making

Francesca Fuchs

A friend in England asked me just recently whether I thought her work had become too much like 'the last cry of a dinosaur.' I thought not, but it made me wonder whether the whole art endeavour wasn't a little like that dinosaur's last cry. Art has been…


I Hate a Rainy Night

Dana DuTerroil

Thursday, August 24, 2017 Hurricane preparation begins with a conversation about a small claims court case involving a batch of botched edible underwear. I am on the phone with my mother who is regaling me with her latest round of America’s Court binge-watching,…


Grateful

Michael Galko

I left my sandals on the stoop  and they were borrowed by someone  who needs wet shoes           


Passengers

Leslie Contreras Schwartz

My grandmother, Marisol, taught me to respect storms. Hurricanes deserved respect more than fear. Fear freezes you, Moni, her nickname for me, she’d say. But that was in Guanajuato, where the rules seemed different somehow. When I arrived in Houston ten…


No-Flood Zone (Including Lines From "Freudian" by Daniel Caesar)

Joshua Nguyen

the realtor reassures my family father: 34-years-old | catholic-by-culture | first in his family to buy a house mother: 33-years-old | catholic-converter | new job as claims adjuster brother: 15-years-old | green-belt | future football star sister: 11-years-old…


See You Again in a Thousand Years

Jacob Rutherford

Texas State Highway 3 runs for thirty-some-odd miles, from the southeastern edge of Houston down to Galveston, covering a flat stretch of coastal plain now blanketed over in suburban sprawl: master-planned communities, Ellington Field Joint Reserve Base,…


Standing in the Rothko Chapel

Catherine Chambers

2015 In another life, I had Houston. I was wearing the wrong shoes trying to walk quietly through The Menil Collection, where you aren’t allowed to get married—something I didn’t know—with whoever I loved at the time.   I stare at the paintings to avoid staring…


On Violence

Kristina Marie Darling

$138,000 into the story, there is nowhere else to go. I spent my twenty-seventh year typing letters of application, the nerves in each hand wrecked by this seemingly endless work, my persistence motivated only by the fear of becoming homeless. Three…


On Shame

Kristina Marie Darling

156,000 into the story, the room is empty.   The man I have started dating listens to my stories of how the dinners at the American Academy would unfold, the careful arrangement of the linens and the cutlery, how each fellow was applauded on the Monday…


Sentenced To

Kristina Marie Darling

Co-Written with Lisa Olstein   When considering the resurgence of dense, gratifyingly difficult experimental writing in recent years, the specter of Gertrude Stein (especially Tender Buttons) looms large.  In a book-length study, Conflicting Stories,…