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“The Laundroliner” by Virginie Colline

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Row of portholes

along the Laundromat’s wall

Soppy rainbows

spinning into the dryer

I’m getting seasick

aboard the Laundroliner


This has been “The Laundroliner” by Virginie Colline, with accompanying photography by JJ.Hawk, part of our Lost in Time series.

Virginie Colline lives and writes in Paris. Her poems have appeared in The Mainichi, Frogpond, Prune Juice, Frostwriting, Prick of the Spindle, Seltzer, Overpass Books, BRICKrhetoric, Yes, Poetry, Dagda Publishing, Silver Birch Press and StepAway Magazine, among others.

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Artist Spotlight: Andrew Wetmore

As part of our Lost in Time series, we present you with an Artist Spotlight on Andrew Wetmore. Andrew Wetmore is a poet and musician located in Anaheim, California. His work has appeared in City Brink, Pink Attic Review, and Vagabond City. Below you’ll find two of Andrew’s poems, very different in subject, but with similar detached yet anxious tones.

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“Eight” by Amber Nigro

I am a crude balloon.
A misshapen montage of this jokecalledlife
I float like a ghost passing through red wine
I float like mist passing over red ice
—insert punchline.

Come to my city and Iʼll show you a time
and let you taste the flesh
of the milkandhoney crime
while we watch the sapdrip from the prophetic minds
of 1000 halfpoets
with sties in their eyes.

But I can see the sun in the mirroredglass shine
the wood water tower and the steam from the street heat
the traffic jam shower and the carts of halal meat

the coalcolored nanny with white money in the pram
the new rich bluebloods with their daddies on the lam
the Babushka screeching with her headphones on
the slow roll of stoners on the Central Park lawn

the voodoo birdman with his featherfilled crown
the brown rainwater from the gutter to the ground
the 3 a.m. ferry filled with Staten Island stain
the flophead magician in the Bronx on the train

the crackhead peeling apple skin with her teeth
the 5 finger discount of the mallrat thief
the blond Brooklyn boys with their skintight jeans
the bold black beauties braiding hair up in Queens

the clearcut edges of Manhattan glass and stone
the slick city style of the uptown drone
the day old vomit and the rookie on the beat

and all my lost hours
passing through my feet.


This has been “Eight” by Amber Nigro, part of our Lost in Time series.

Amber Nigro lives on the border of Brooklyn and Queens, where she makes art stuff with pictures, words, and sounds. She earned her BA in Creative Writing from Hunter College and an MLS from Pratt Institute. She believes that the aesthetic term “Gesamtkunstwerk” can be applied to everyday life.

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“Race to the Inevitable” by Jen Gerry, with artwork by Damien Olsen

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We drown in your omnipresence, yet on and on you go.
Despite all efforts, and not subject to change, your internal rhythm drives only forward.
For we are slaves to it, and we are lost to you.
Finding ourselves.
Only for a moment, but long enough to realize that which we are.
We find ourselves again, only this time older. Where are we now? Who are we now?
Accelerate. Assess.
Over and over we do this.
Leaving behind artifacts to measure the distribution of life’s events.
The last of these items…our shell.
Hollow and unique in every attribute, yet quantifiably measurable in its length of existence.
We once filled the space inside of these vessels.
If untouched,  the vessels themselves would continue to fill space.
Each physical quantity begins to decay at its own half-life, and over time we become reduced, filling no space…nothing.

This has been “Race to the Inevitable” by Jen Gerry, with accompanying artwork by Damien Olson, the second installment in our Lost in Time series.

Jennifer Gerry is a local art maker in the Inland Empire. While pursuing an MS in pure/theoretical mathematics, she is the cofounder and acting director/choreographer for Mechanism Dance Theater, which is a collective movement project based in Pomona, California. Her work has been shown in a variety of local and regional venues from formal theaters to alternative performances spaces such as art galleries. As an apprentice with artistic director, dance professional and educator Gayle Fekete, Jennifer approaches dance-making in a multimodal way. Collaborations and cross-discipline connections have a tendency to keep things interesting and experimental.

On writting; the written word can be a consequence of the analytic and reflective mind, and the process has value which pertains to all mediums of art.

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Damien Olsen ( 1961 ) 

NY based Multimedia Artist
An undergraduate student of Psychology.
Started his art career selling drawings and paintings in elementary school.
Studied Photography and worked as a graphic Journalist and advertising photographer .
Trained dance technics, martial arts, studied music composition with Raoul Bjorkenheim.

Every area of his work is inspired and driven by natural history, esoteric teachings and urban exploration.
His vast musical body of work focuses on the electronic music genres of Ambient, Post Dance, Cinematic, Acid/Psychedelic; Cocktail Music, Chillout, Trip Hop,
with a notorious jazz, Folk and Musique Concrète influence.

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“Mourning Day” by Aleksandra Djordjevic

She tells me,

“last night I dreamt my best friend died.”

Every day,

the getting up,

the (smallish) routine,

the idea that a single heart can be lost

haunts me with intense sincerity.

I tell her,

“we are all hearts

birds

beating to the sound of Creation’s innate sorrow.”

So I pick up the shards of her heart,

sew them together,

make Valentines.

I call them

my own.

Best friend, I loved you as much as a heart could allow.

Best friend,
I was…

Your universe cut up and sewn back together again.


Aleksandra Djordjevic was born in Kingston, PA, and has attended the University of Scranton, PA, as well as Wilkes University. She has been published in wordgathering.com, as well as in the short story anthology, The Smartest Kid in the Bronx. Ms. Djordjevic lives in Clarks Summit, PA.

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TIP CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT: Amy Outland

Amy Beth Outland is a freelance writer and editor with social media experience and a B.A. in English and Type: 09 teaching certification from Illinois State University. She has worked as a freelance social media writer for Gather.com. She has also worked as an English: 101 undergraduate teaching assistant while attending Illinois State University.

Amy also works as a tutor and a Guest Services Representative at Franciscan St. James Health in Olympia Fields, Illinois. Her first novel I’m Not Broken is soon to be published by Re.ad Publishing in Corte Madera, California.

Amy has also had several poems published in Chicago based fine arts journals including: Exact Change Only, Prevail N Prosper, The Insomniac Propagandist, and Reflections & Illuminations.

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TIP CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT: Michael Alpiner

Michael Alpiner, a resident of Queens, NY, has been a teacher/professor for 26 years. His work appears in online, print journals and anthologies, most notably, Blood to Remember: American Poets on the Holocaust.
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“perception is anything” by Peter Beda

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K. is a lonely boy
doesn’t see too many people
always in his room
smoking weed, playing poker

he doesn’t remember
where he puts things

he barely leaves the house
works hard and saves money
talks a lot, most of it imaginary
troubles ahead

in the outside world
a solitary child is waiting
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“Lost River Suite” by Ben Nardolilli

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Asphodel, asphodel,
Symbol the silence, the river
You crossed over the moon bank,
The moon bridge, heavy with toil,
Asphodel charming, charm
Again over the pinecone races,
Track through the field your old love

River blues over the sandy cove,
Through the grass, you
Face of all faces and branches,
Seal off the lagoon and dreams,
No barrier but blindness now,
To circulate over the boundary with you,
Together under the same hood at last

You open your hand and crush the pill,
You ask me to taste
Terrible sweetness, the twisted cures,
Terrible the forgetting of the song,
The tongue of the rock speaking,
No dam of dustbin thoughts,
Bring out the forbidden seeds
And save yourself from the season.

Strike up the currents to dance,
Mingle over the roots to excess,
Make tree statues in the shadows,
Stalk and grind your bone footsteps guide,
Bend the wind to the old bow,
Asphodel, asphodel emerge
With your bitter winter wings


This has been “Lost River Suite” by Ben Nardolilli, the fifth installment of our Fractured Retina series.

Ben Nardolilli currently lives in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, THEMA, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He has a chapbook Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained (http://bit.ly/lTj5ve), from Folded Word Press. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish a novel.

Photo illustration by Allison Fabian

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