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Our magazine: Petrichor Review

Check out our first musical contribution to the magazine: Retreat by Greg Gondek

Published in our August Issue

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"A Fugue for Marie" by Skaidrite Stelzer

Marie Curie works the pitchblende.
In her hands it turns to radium.
In her life she looks for extractions
—the pulling of one thing from another—
unraveling that intermingled web

to see the directions
which never were enclosed;
to find the cures
which turn out to be, after all,
wound up
with brand new illnesses.

Her husband’s skull is crushed
in one moment,
giving her little to care about.
She starts then to become a scandal.
She knows then she deserves
more than one prize.
The lover’s wife still
pursues her through alleys,
these twists of a life
that could not be still.

Afternoon with willow branch.
The daughter would have painted that.
But radium bleaches the bones eventually.
The dried hair crumbles.
Extractions
are never harmless,
emitting the future:
the brittle nails,
purpling fingers.

Published in our August Issue

—”Wild” by Amber Mozurak, published in our August Issue

Excerpt from “Ecclesiastical Polity and the Lusts of the KGB” by Robert Waugh

“Maman, I want to join the Nazi Party.”

Imagine her surprise. But being a reasonable, bien élevée young lady who sorely missed her dead husband, she tried to take the reasonable approach. She wheedled. Her gangly model schoolboy was only fifteen.

“But, Hubert, you can’t join the Nazi Party.”

“Why not, Maman?”

“Because, Hubert, you’re Jewish.”

Well! You could have knocked him over with a feather! You never know where you’re at. You’re growing up in a perfectly sound Anglican family because your father has converted from his perfectly nominal Lutheran tradition to marry into your maman’s perfectly nominal Anglican tradition, which is all comme il faut in this day and age. It was a complicated family. Your mother’s father, a WASP as the braid on his shoulder proclaimed, had been a military attaché to the American Council in St. Petersberg, before the Revolution tacked the red flag to the nose of the Romanovs, and had performed additional duties that even in that halcyon time had to remain unspecified.

It was there, behind the facade of the frozen palazzo, watching through the night as a young girl the faces behind the candles, that she had acquired a taste for the icons, which she bequeathed to her Hubert. “Mother of God,” those long January nights she would whisper, “Mother of God.” With the Party underway at the Winter Palace, she was passing through Germany when she met your father, an adroit dealer in fabrics. You’re a touch precious now; in the gymnasium they’re all joining the Nazi Party, in a perfectly nominal fashion. If you were in America you would join the boy scouts and go camping. But you know if you’re Jewish that’s that. That puts the kibosh on camping and singing “Du, du liegst mir im Herzen” around the campfires above Heidelberg. “Die Fahnen Hoch” will never soar above you.

It calls for a radical career change.

Read on…

Read the full August Issue

Issue 10: August 2014

Our August issue is live!

Science-y and meditative poetry!

Wind-swept trees and a cross-stitch of a naked lady!

Music? Yeah, music!

And hey, what are those wacky KGB agents doing in that small college town?

New Issue Tomorrow

Our August issue is out tomorrow. It’s going to be really rad. We’re publishing our very first musical submission. Plus all that other good stuff ya’ll like so much. You know, poetry, photography, wacky tales of sinister KGB agents. The stuff you’re used to.

Stay tuned

Photography by Peter Nicholson, published in our 4th Issue.

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”

—   Lemony Snicket (via wordsnquotes)

(via songofanothersummer)

Paris Review – To Serve and Protect, Dan Piepenbring

Whether these are disconnected incidents or the enactment of a kind of feline political philosophy remains to be seen, but my money’s on the latter. It just makes sense. Cats and humans are coevolved; the Scratchys and Tigers of the world have had ample time to form opinions about authoritarianism and the police state. And think about it: Have you everseen a cat driving a cruiser? Have you even once seen a cat with a badge? These animals want Friskies, not frisking.”

Been holding back that brilliant piece? For fear no one would understand? Less than 6 hours to submit to the editors who really “get you.”

Been holding back that brilliant piece? For fear no one would understand? Less than 6 hours to submit to the editors who really “get you.”

Haven’t read SHEM yet? Well, go do it. It’s not like you’ve got anything else going on right now.
Published in our July issue.

Haven’t read SHEM yet? Well, go do it. It’s not like you’ve got anything else going on right now.

Published in our July issue.

lastnightsreading:

Edan Lepucki at WORD Bookstore, 7/22/14

lastnightsreading:

Edan Lepucki at WORD Bookstore, 7/22/14

Check out the stunning art behind SHEM by Polish artist Damian Parlicki, published in our July issue.