Look at this painting squared by light of a certain afternoon hour, hung on the wall out of reach of the dead, who were to blame. See the red roofs and the boxes, spared by his new infinity? Cezanne lost his sight to oceans, repetition, the impossible wave. The ocean was an idea mounting the […]
George Moore
GEORGE MOORE has new collections forthcoming from FutureCycle, called The Hermits of Dingle, and from Salmon Poetry, called Children’s Drawings of the Universe. New work is likewise soon to appear in Danse Macabre, Camel Saloon, I-70 Review, and IthacaLit. He teaches at the University of Colorado.
Contributor Bios for Issue 7 Winter 2013
Issue 7 Winter 2013 DAVID ABRAMS is the author of Fobbit (Grove/Atlantic), a New York Times Notable Book for 2012. It was also selected as both an Indie Next pick and for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers program. His short stories have appeared in Esquire, Narrative, Salon, Electric, Literature, Salamander, Connecticut Review, Five Chapters, […]
MAYDAY Magazine: Issue 7 Fall 2013
FEATURED ARTIST Glenn Brady It’s All Feel, My Dear INTERVIEWS M. C. Armstrong interviewed by David Bowen A Dragon in the Hollow Kelly Davio interviewed by Michael Schmeltzer Feeding One Another Andrew Hudgins interviewed by Okla Elliott Nothing Human Is Foreign to Laughter Stephen Kuusisto interviewed by Okla Elliott A Multiplicity of Visions George Saunders […]
A STUDENT WRITES OF COLUMBINE by George Moore
What is incomprehensible to us, in our ancient wisdom, the wars that have sparked wars, the fights across oceans with mother lands, fatherlands, are minor trophies in the case of contemporary shams, when the young become our mentors, mediators to our truth of violence. The student says someone did not treat them right, their eyes […]
THE COLOSSUS OF RHODES by George Moore
seems less real today, in the postmodern aftermath of history, for it has stood, straddling the harbor only in some Einsteinian time, out there ahead of us before an earthquake brought its rumor down. It was never where they said it was, or its shell, the bronze of its massive arms and legs, and what […]
