Year: 2022

[su_pullquote align="right"]Fordham Road, Bronx, January 2022[/su_pullquote] GREG FUCHS teaches students with disabilities to trust themselves and question everything. He writes poems and makes photographs. Fuchs survives beneath the underground but surfaces...

Black OpalBlack Opal,born from a burden,named by hisblack, beady eyes,he toppled in tree tops,climbed in cavernscovered in clod and dusthe hid behind bushesto shun the shinefrom the ginger sunand he...

star pocketornament of the nebulonon which I rest my wristpocket of starsoutside the dream but still dreamingI was being kissed by one I love but whoin real lifedoesn’t love medream...

Interview by John MulrooneyTracey McTague has been an integral part of Brooklyn’s arts scene for years. Her work includes poetry, visual art, and activism at home and abroad. Plus, she...

TouchedThe first year of my daughter’s life pushed me to the edges of my abilities as a human, and it inspired me to research, and obsessively postulate about the core...

The Stations of Her Cross     her way of the cross   Via Dolorosa               her given name       Our Lady of Sorrows 1st      Riding her pony   ...

Pictures by BruegelWhat did I come in here for?Post-its to mark theincoherent text I discoveredon pp. 79 and 80 while craving cheese not just tunaand committed to completingthe sentence “I like...

Everything but the PineappleVirgin Mary sits soloin the East cornerwith smell of dieselthick in humid airHalf-moon in companyof Jupiter and Saturnover the river’s bendI’ve refamiliarizedmyself with the canalsthat took from...

My Daughter is a Falconress My daughteris a falconressin the grey fog skyshe draws with her eyesa tiny hood thatcontains my headMy daughteris a falconress& she sends me as faras her will...

The art featured in this issue uses acrylic paint, water color, repurposed mid-century textbooks and appropriated text.      Click to Visit More from Tracey McTague —Essay —Poetry —Interview—Reading at Welcome to Boog...