Honest Isak The door was opened by a tiny woman with curly hair tied up in a bun, which was pinned on the top of her head like a giant chestnut. She couldn’t have been any taller than 5’3”, but my eyes still came in a good two and a half inches under the tips […]
Edward Michael Supranowicz
EDWARD MICHAEL SUPRANOWICZ is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has a grad background in painting and printmaking. Some of his artwork has recently or will soon appear in Fish Food, Streetlight, Another Chicago Magazine, The Door Is A Jar, The Phoenix and The Harvard Advocate. Edward is also a published poet who has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize multiple times.
Honest Isak
The most punk thing you can’t remember
by Gion Davis
I dreamed I was never so lonely Re-treading the years where I have never been My life saved by a peach sno-cone the color of roses And sitting on the sidewalk outside the 76 eating fried chicken. From here I can see where the fire jumped the highway and kept going. I was so angry […]
