Tag Archives: Creativity
The Rise of Local Arts in New Brunswick ~ Matia Guardabascio
Recently I sat down with Theresa Francisco of the coLAB Arts organization in New Brunswick to chat about the organization and the people involved. CoLAB Arts is a non-profit organization that seeks “to cultivate a hip, mindful, and inclusive community of artists, audiences, and critics” as they so eloquently say in their mission statement.
On Being Friends With Musicians ~ Danny Cassidy
Again the embrace: a makeshift circle,
guitar wire scratch, the plucking of strings.
Earlier you asked me why I grow so
quiet with the music of friends.
Discernment of Spirits by Robert Addessi at coLAB Arts
Discernment of Spirits is a collection of photographs that emphasizes the incredible variety of subjects in Addessi’s work ranging from landscapes, to portraiture, to abstraction. The images stir up feelings of warmth and nostalgia as they project the idea of a much slower and tranquil time in life.
An Excerpt from the Filia Cycle ~ Matthew Kosinski
1.
This, my cluttered kitchen,
acts as pitiable throne room
for a semi-widowed queen,
whose king sits voluntarily dungeon-bound
Letter to My Child ~ Lazarus Belle
child, rest. i’ll never give you waking eyes. i’ll never give you a beginning. i cannot find that reason for making that whose will doesn’t concur to its being. if i were a better man i might have been a father to you.
Paean ~ Raj Venkata
Once upon a time there was a
young writer, which might be the
worst kind of writer to be.
Runs in the Family ~ A Short Story by Danny Cassidy
The ballet shoes. She begged her mother to buy them, promised to practice every day. The grace they radiated. She would never stumble through the halls of school anymore. The children mocking at her. Her own sister in the crowd of bright laughing faces. She would practice every day.
People Often Freeze to Death ~ Matthew Kosinski
I blame you, Sylvia,
for the awfulness of a white Christmas
and the revelation (while my mother
is driving home from work)
that people often freeze to death.
Untitled Two ~ Lazarus Belle
rebecca.
i knew the night i kissed your birthing scars,
when we shut the lights and were silent
and put our mouths about the other’s,
breathing the quietformed heat of latent organs –
unto ourselves sufficient, each the other’s cause and end.
