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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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“3am, Here, Again” by Kiernan Norman

The Insomniac Propaganist is pleased to announce the next installment of our Sleepless Stories series. Edition four, “Lost in Time”, explores the several ways in which one might become lost, be it physically, cerebrally, or something in between. Yet time, the consistent drummer, marches on, beating out the minutes and hours that mark our passage through life. What then, would become of a person who got lost in time itself?

Below, please find “3am, Here, Again”, an evocative and gritty piece of prose by Kiernan Norman, the first offering from our “Lost in Time” series.


I try to live Here. Here is humid-sticky-underground-dance-hall hot. I’m caught tight in a mess of limbs- bodies stretch and sway from this to Eden. I have never been more lonely. Together we inhale metallic Old Spice. Together we exhale stale tap water hymns. I am breathing all alone. Continue reading

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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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Sleepless Stories: The Work of Rachel O’Donnell

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Born in Dallas, Texas, Rachel O’Donnell is an artist based out of the Brooklyn, New York area. With her BFA in Fine Art from Pratt Institute, she has spent the last five years pursuing an art career on the east coast. She has studied abroad and completed courses at Parsons Paris as well as London College of Fashion. Her work has been featured in art galleries, such as, The Painting Center, Westbeth Gallery, Greenpoint Gallery, and in the famed Seagram Building for a Gagosian Gallery sponsored show. She has also been published online by Vice Magazine and featured in the New York Times reviewed Bushwick Open Studios twice. Painting primarily portraits, Rachel O’Donnell’s work is known for its intriguing use of colors and expressionist qualities. Working primarily with acrylic paint and oil sticks, Rachel creates her works at her studio located in Bushwick, Brooklyn.
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“The Fat Purple Cat” by Stephen Unger

Along a very small street is a small cafe nestled in the southwest corner of Paris.: Le Bougie. It’s where the sun had casted its warmth on the few flowers that make their home in the flower pots and vases along the widow sill.

The smell of roasted coffee and freshly baked croissants always attracted the artists and writers seeking early morning inspiration.

One such artist was Dameon Ricard who spent the long nights contemplating his next painting. Most of his works adorned the walls of the little cafe. He preferred to keep his work there at no charge. His hands where soiled with a variety of paint stains.

“I wash my hands,” he’d say. “Although not very thorough.”

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“perception is anything” by Peter Beda

I.

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
for Big Brother to come home Continue reading

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Selected Works by Elle Kennedy

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I am a 23 year old British based artist seeking to document my experience of being transgender within a rapidly changing British society. I consider my work to be mixed media and conceptual. In addition to this I seek to illustrate the transgender experience internationally, notably within countries and societies which persecute the LGBTQ community. Continue reading

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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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“Midtown Crosshairs” by Brian Alvarado

Circa- 2:00 AM,

Circa- the West 50s,

and yet impedimentary

flows of traffic persist,

mostly droves of

taxi-worker drones

finally calling it quits.

The transcendent traverse

of shame and defeat

is always an undesirable one.

Because going crosstown then (or anywhere for that matter)

was indicative of specific resolutions.

The internal wake-up call—

the hand spent too long on

the surface of the most

hellacious of stoves,

the reminder that in this dog-eat-
cat-eat-dog-and-cat world,

slow and steady skims the lace,

and ultimately,

the nicest of predators

do finish last.


This has been “Midtown Crosshairs” by Brian Alvarado.

Brian Alvarado is a sonnet, opera, and craft beer enthusiast born and raised in the Bronx, NY.

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