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Mialise Carney

“ I long for a time when I was never lonely or needed by anyone except Ma, and it’s her strong voice that calls me back to life: Come back to me, Mathilde. Wiggle your fingers. Swallow the dirt.”

“Arrange Your Tools” is a 16mm meditation on the object ephemera of the creative act and its relationship to improvisation, collaborative experimentation, and material fetishization.

Arrange Your Tools

Nora Price

“Face mask strings tightened/

to a canary yellow, splitting sheets of plywood like a heartbeat. Lub-dub/

dub-dub lub-dub. Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum. I have held the weight/

of a gun.” a a a gun.

I took the lessons from my father & reaped what was sown

Jordan Cobb

“The woman is breathing and sweating; the light outside feels wrong and wild. But she is staying skeptical. She is staying skeptical because, she thinks, there is something to loving another that is rooted in unknowability. There is something about human love that is tied to not-knowing and finding a way through the unknowability toward something close to trust.”

Illuminations

Lindsey Drager

“How the swollen flesh splits,

burns black in the unflinching sun,

molds gray-green and soft

to the touch.”

What doesn’t matter to the mason bees in my father’s garden

Emily Harman