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Anti-Concretism and Architectural Atheism: In Defence of Brutalism – Tom Jones

The pro- and anti-Brutalist building camps can be defined in two words apiece. There are those who believe such buildings are ‘concrete poetry’, and there are those who believe that each one is a ‘concrete monstrosity’. Like the battlefields of WW1, there is nothing living in between. Brutalism’s tenure at the forefront of architecture was…

Cures For The Common Cold — Sarah de Souza

Thinking about this, they grow wide-eyed and speak so fast that the windows become flecked with child spittle. How can they have made themselves so ridiculous by dreaming?

COMFORT FOODS // Mediterranean Diet — Natalie D.C.

come inside! we’ve got so much to show you! over there you’ll find a mosaic-laden platter of figs, dates, & grapes, little green & purple appetizers like bougainvillea petals against a vine-entangled fence.

Kaleidoscope — Jenna Clake

The horoscope said: You are a fish. You will come to understand this. She found this funny because it seemed like something more suitable for a fortune cookie, and because she had once had a boyfriend who, during arguments, told her that she kissed like a koi carp.

Favorite Recipes – Ann Levin

I can still see her today. Tall, blond, and statuesque, a platinum-haired goddess with perfect teeth and a year-round tan. She was standing in the middle of the dance floor at my parents’ annual Christmas party – except it wasn’t really a dance floor. It was the dining room of our house, but with all…

ONE POEM – Daniel Hinds

Hooves leave a hard imprint, a dark wet mark.

Hoof-clop like the noise your tongue makes

When it leaves the roof of your mouth.

ONE POEM – Siobhan Ward

Its big head, glassy stare
and halting hobble
from random ewe to ewe
made me think of you –

TWO POEMS – DS Maolalai

they sit on the bridge. they cluster
as close as the round bulbs
of road-swollen blackberries,
dusty with travel.

ONE POEM – Olivia Heggarty

Cutting my hair with the meat scissors,
being told off for not using a hairdresser,
explaining that if I don’t change something

often I will do something worse

Metaphor, Make-believe and Misleading Information in Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood – Charley Barnes

‘Imagination, of course, can open any door – turn the key and let terror walk right in.’ (84) In definition of genre, Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood (1966) has a wingspan that ranges fiction, nonfiction, and the ambiguous nonfiction novel. In definition of content, it is both a book with ‘dramatic power’ that warrants ‘honorary…

ONE POEM – Amanda Huggins

we revered those rake-limbed lads
on the slot machines
as though they were gods,
not fishermen’s lads.

ONE POEM – Srinjay Chakravarti

It will not miss
a trick—
or treat.
Its bulging eyeballs
on a roll,
it makes an advance
and then stops.