Twist by Louis Staeble
Louis Staeble lives in Bowling Green, Ohio. He has had photographs appear recently in “Foliate Oak Literary Magazine”, “Petrichor”, “Iron Gall” and “Paper Tape”. His work can be viewed at http://staeblestudioa.weebly.com.
Louis Staeble lives in Bowling Green, Ohio. He has had photographs appear recently in “Foliate Oak Literary Magazine”, “Petrichor”, “Iron Gall” and “Paper Tape”. His work can be viewed at http://staeblestudioa.weebly.com.
No warning, no tightening in the trees to signal the onslaught of undulation, the hum muting the birds, horns, sinking into teeth. Breathe the pulsing shrill into your jaw. The nymphsong of thousands unseen, like salt in water, impossible to see as separate, and […]
Hyenas circling the air, low cliffs arresting each panic. Lizard’s tail removes dark from morning. It once came, said to her, describe the difference between water & the lake that holds it. Is a coyote less, in other words, if we never speak of this again, this day, this […]
Ricky Jenkins was struggling to talk—sucking in breath, squeezing his eyes against the swell of tears, wiping his nose with the sleeve of sweatshirt. And who could blame him, Principal Warren thought, accustomed as the boy was to taunting, to mockery. He lived on that narrow dirt lane branching off […]
This is our time, our turn to skip these blunted stones across the quiet cosmos. Or else it’s just our encroaching desert I’m happening into—I forget which. Anyway, on the cover of Scientific American Mind, a mouth model is smiling, and that seems like real progress. “One must […]
It starts out simple, with blindfolds and sleights of hand. I’ll be the girl you practice on, I’ll let you pull a nest of ravens from my hair then saw me open on your mother’s couch. I’m very still. At the reservoir, when you strip and handcuff me […]
Firestain—afternoon hard and ratty, a wirehanger with an end chewed off. This is a silence drill. All urgency is confined to cuticles, to follicles holding firm and slowly pushing forward. This is not contradiction. Your eyelashes plagiarize shadows—shamelessly hiding parts of your gaze that could explain […]
Perhaps when you came across me I was a fist finally coming open. A foal in new snow. A lit stove, my heart unclenching hot embers as you looked on, cold like a scientist. Perhaps because you were there, I mistook your kiss for a castle. I […]
Otha “Vakseen” Davis III has been selected for 10 solo exhibitions, as well as group exhibitions in Noho Art Gallery, Santa Clarita City Hall, Norbertellen Gallery, Dysonna City Art Gallery, Stay Gallery, Larrabee Sound Studios, Aquarium of the Pacific, The Met Gallery 950, Media Temple Studios, […]
We dig deep into the earth, Nina. We cut it up. We do not try to fix it. We lurch in circles underneath, we string lights where there is no light, we will do anything to go faster than we can go alone. We point our guns at […]