WARREN C. LONGMIRE
Two Poems
All of which is no matter. No physical. That’s just the way he played.
All of which is no matter. No physical. That’s just the way he played.
words by I.S. Jones
art by Gabrielle Bates
Everything holds up a mirror.
The mirror holds up a door.
“The poems are ‘anti’ the way antique pieces are, which is to say, if these poems undermine meaning-making, it is because they have lost their significances.”
How do I comprise you
and you and you
A visual review by Frances Cannon
The eyes + the masks = a confronting.
When I came downstairs today
for breakfast, he was playing Lovely Day.
Frances Cannon’s visual review of Kathryn Nuernberger
the snarling
of your thinking