Contributors: Cassidy Wells, Jordan Lassiter, Lisa Ahima, Kimberly Pollard, Jason Villemez, Kate Milliken, Buzz Mauro, Corinne Manning, Rita Mookerjee, Kathleen Balma, Ava Dadvand, Zach Linge, Steven Cordova, Danley Romero, Eleanor Garran, Jennifer Steil
“This might appear pretentious but the only thing which interests us is what is accurate and true” (Lecoq)
In acting, creating a character is like being a sea anemone.
You’re the chosen substance: anemone. Tendrils. Whatever the tendrils are …
The message appeared as I was reading to my nine-year-old daughter Theadora over breakfast. She was perfectly capable of reading to herself, but neither of us yet wanted to relinquish this morning ritual. As I turned a page of Flowers …
Turtle head, poke out of shell
and water, barely send out
ripples. Arms outstretched, slowly
tread water, breathe in
a deep, turtle breath,
near, and on, and over
the surface; you are everywhere.
Acorn in the years-ago ground,
Brent isn’t at the Yellow House, is unreachable by phone, hasn’t seen Vicky, who went to Iceland, for days, talked to Bear, who never liked him like that because he sleeps exclusively with Georgia, who also hasn’t heard from Brent …
He told me about his drinking,
about his deep fascination
with the inner workings
of his own mind
that has come to
replace his drinking
now that he—one day at a time—
no longer drinks—
To walk down the street is a test of my womanhood.
Onlookers keep on looking.
I am beleaguered with looks of assessment.
I am the vanishing point that engulfs the eyes of the cityscape,
A positive magnet to the negative …
The men of the first co-ed class at Gunnery School.
Naval Training Center, 1995.
We didn’t know anything about octopus love or donkeys falling for emus in captivity.
We knew about boot camp hook-ups and A-school weddings.
Sometimes I look at my altar, all the brass, lavender, and candles, and I worry
that it is too crowded, that some gods can’t see their sigils, that the clutter will
confuse the divine. But some…
“Stormy night tonight,” my father said.
We were seated at the card table—the one flat surface in his new one-bedroom apartment. He was the one who asked for the divorce, but with good reason: my mom was gay. And though …