The neighborhood was a quiet one. One of those developments, filled with large, similarly constructed houses, evenly spaced apart. A neighborhood full of cute, picture perfect families of the upper middle class, living in their
I open my eyes and the first thing I perceive is the unsettling moonlight slipping in through the cracks between the filthy, navy-blue curtains. Pushing myself up from the dusty, certainly bug-covered floor, I take
1999 It smelled funny in church. Antique wood paneling, breath mints, musty hymnals, Aqua Net Hairspray, polyester suits worn by old ladies since the 1970’s, sour old man sweat, cheap perfume, slightly mildewed carpet, and
Dare your imagination to run wild. Change is possible. Good things are coming. Believe in magic. Flip the script. Ready, set, let’s get shifty. . .
Do something truly revolutionary in today’s complacent atmosphere and think positively; be creative rather than reactive. Make us believe in a more beautiful world through your art. Think about where you’d like to see things headed, write it down, draw it, or do whatever other creative thing that you do. Visual artists, we really want to hear from you. Please help us see a better tomorrow through your unique vision. Although we are a literary magazine, we also strive to proudly share unique visual art with the world at large. So, please don’t hesitate to send us your rendition of a more beautiful tomorrow. Submissions are open from now until June 30th.