The Unlaid Egg

by Caleb McBee, Food & Drink Editor Today was market day in our little town of Bra, in Piedmont a bit south of Turin.  My family and I’ve been blessed with a  flat in prime location for the outdoor market and today was typical:  Bustling noises down the alley, old women with purple perms pulling carts spilling over with produce, old men riding bikes so slow you wonder if they can balance in place.  Since it had been nice and sunny out I decided to make a chicken... Read More

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Images of Snow, Words of Charcoal

Poems & Photographs by Mylene Hengen The Queen I’m not sure I believe The dittydaisy of your tales Your largelylittle rhetoric Your screechy little voice. I’m sure that you are false And all that lies behind Serried-sums of sequential failures Charbroiled disaster. I see your strength, I do Your micromacro tension Your powderperfect hope The queen is dead. Long live the queen. Read More  Read More

Tom’s Diner and Prospect Park for Rain

5 out of 5 cranes die without bling. by Jesse Cameron Alick, East Coast Editor I wish I could chronicle the day – lay it down, unfurl it for everyone to examine the intricacies of silence and warmth. But words fail so often in life. I suppose all we can do is try. At 7am on Saturday morning, barely open, my eyes spotted Sammy sitting patiently at the JFK airtrain station. Read More  Read More

You Need Aire to Breathe

Sage Advice from a Hip-Hop Guru by Kyle McAfee, Music Editor The world is in a strange state these days. As the fallout from the Bush administration expediates our progress toward economic nuclear winter (or is it nucular?) people wonder where to turn for relief. For many that relief comes in the form of music. However the contemporary mainstream can lack the substance necessary for solace. Not to worry, that void is being filled in from the edges by Vast Aire. For those... Read More

Finding Improbable Objects

by S. Ray, photos by Shannon Driscoll It is unlikely that you will find an aleph in your life. Said to be a point that contains all points, a crystal ball of sorts, similar to the thing the cat wears around his neck in Men in Black, I have never seen one. For a better description, become a Kabbalist or simply read The Aleph, a short story by JL Borges. I feel like it’s possible that I heard one at Emerald Falls with Ben Wilson once upon a time, in the dark, on a wet cliff... Read More