Reviews

Hang the Moon: Madeline Cash’s Earth Angel – Manuel Marrero

The world is always unraveling so find the music and dance. Earth Angel, like its 1954 doo-wop namesake, is steeped in enough vintage sheen to feel a little bit untouchable. Like candy melting in your mouth, its velocity is something like constantly evaporating with the melody echoing. It boasts an organicity and earthiness, like clearly Cash isn’t a memetic lightning rod so much as a formally savvy songstress playing familiar standards unassumingly in the wings of a legacy lounge.

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Stories

Our Love of Attrition – Michael Zunenshine

“I haven’t stayed in a hotel this fancy since my folks took me to Orlando.” 
        Making like he’s speaking his thoughts out loud for the benefit of the others, all red-eye stressed out and hungry and beat, standing in line, waiting to be processed. He definitely isn’t going out of his way to direct his comment at her, who, like him, seems more annoyed than worried by the situation.

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Columns

MADNESS or the Madness of Being (a Writer) – Alexander Kattke

Reject the hypothetical.

Embrace the shadow.

I have reconciled with the depression. My depression is sourced from tainted memories and those memories create feelings of sadness, rage, and helplessness. What do those memories spell out to me? The memories tell me that I am an evil failure. The solution is to embody the depression. Let the emotions do what they demand and have them let loose and be in control of my state of being and become transformed into the doer of what that embodiment of hatred dictates.

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Stories

Genesis 9:11 – Natalie Viebrock

SPRING

Dana regularly cries so much at work when Jack dies, her coworkers ignore her sobs and just assume it is the standard weeping. Her manager, a thin and pale woman from the midwest two weeks younger than her, sends her home, and she walks out of the dingy cafe where she works into the green light of spring and notices her blood blacking at the sight of it.

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