“He reeks of last night’s wine!” That’s off the mark.
He drinks until dawn clarifies the dark.
Hesterno fetere mero qui credit Acerram,
fallitur: in lucem semper Acerra bibit.
Contributed By: David Macey, Martial
“He reeks of last night’s wine!” That’s off the mark.
He drinks until dawn clarifies the dark.
Hesterno fetere mero qui credit Acerram,
fallitur: in lucem semper Acerra bibit.
Return to table of contents for Issue 12 Winter 2018.
Among the rich, anger’s no rarity: hatred comes cheaper than charity. Genus, Aucte, lucri divites habent iram: odisse quam donare vilius constat. Return to table of contents for Issue 12 Winter 2018.
Rome lauds, loves, and sings my little books. I am in every pocket, every hand. Behold: she blushes, pales, dazes, yawns, looks sick. That’s what I want! Now I’m my own fan. Laudat,…
Who gets this little, witty book just sanded smooth with pumice stone? You, Cornelius, since you put a premium on nonsense— like way back when you tried to cram, bold man, all time into three…
I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair. I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear. Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. Return to table of…
Return to table of contents for PRACTICES, POWER & THE PUBLIC SPHERE Return to table of contents for Issue 2 Winter 2010
In Sarahland, a collection of stories woven together by characters named Sarah, Sam Cohen brilliantly and often hilariously explores the ways in which traditional stories have failed us. The cast of Sarahs finds ways to love the planet and those inhabiting it, and they discover new possibilities for life itself. In each Sarah’s refusal to adhere […]
Anna’s domain was the wash, which doesn’t sound like much, but took an entire empire of terrain. The back yard for The Pot, on its three legs, above The Fire, bordered by The Tubs. One each, in ascending order, depending on which bits of the cauldron’s stew went where after they all boiled away at their dirt […]
