Archive for Issue 8

Gabriel Miranda

Gabriel Miranda

The photographer Joel Meyerowitz loved the chaos of a mid-town New York street in the late afternoon, when the vendors couldn’t bun their dirty-water dogs fast enough and the knockoff hustlers skinned every last green tourist in sight. I have an image in my mind…

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The Quiet Ones  by   Luis Cordoba

The Quiet Ones by Luis Cordoba

EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE – OUTSIDE LIMA, OHIO – MORNING A BULLDOZER ROARS BY, clearing away dirt and debris. A CONTRACTOR steps out of a TRAILER with a coffee mug. He sits on a pile of wooden planks, ambient CONSTRUCTION NOISE echoes behind him. The Contractor…

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Solid Gold Easy Action: A Review of 42nd Street Forever (5 Volumes) by Edwin Rivera

Solid Gold Easy Action: A Review of 42nd Street Forever (5 Volumes) by Edwin Rivera

Imagine visiting a grindhouse in Times Square circa 1973. Your nostrils are immediately assaulted from the smell of Trojans liberated from their packets, boric acid, rat turds, Microbrand-X disinfectant and the quick-drying fluids unfortunately associated with the Clorox industry—not to mention good ol’ mary-go-juana. The…

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Two Cartoons by Elizabeth Davalos

Two Cartoons by Elizabeth Davalos

Drawings by Elizabeth Davalos Written by Edwin Rivera Elizabeth Davalos’s personal essay “Scratch Away” won third prize in the Fifth Annual School of Visual Arts Writing Program Contest. Elizabeth is a Junior at SVA currently studying traditional animation. An avid lover of all the arts,…

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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

AN OPEN LETTER FROM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA—JANUARY 1ST, 2018   Edwin Rivera is a poet, writer, Writing instructor at SVA, and editor of The Match Factory.

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Wyckoff Avenue by Iain Mcdonald

Wyckoff Avenue by Iain Mcdonald

She lived alone on Wyckoff. In Brooklyn where the loose Cigarettes burn through sticky filters Where lungs find comfort in grayness. She lived alone on Wyckoff but dreamt of the 10th Arrondissement where lungs find not healing, but Duchamp; She wakes up in a windowless…

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Ascetic by Lisha Yan

Ascetic by Lisha Yan

I’ve been walking from night to day, My hair stops growing before decay, For forty-eight months on my way, And passing by forty-eight cities, No one tells me to stay. I’ve been striving from nowhere to west, Along the coast to Mount Everest, Seven-thousand miles…

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Modicum Of Caramel by Lilit Vahradyan

Modicum Of Caramel by Lilit Vahradyan

As I chew this caramel, I don’t think of anyone to relate it to Rather than, the stare that you gave me Through the adjacent mirror. As you had appeared to admire but reside, Silently to my right I knew this wouldn’t be the last…

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Possession by Manlun Ding

Possession by Manlun Ding

There is a big holiday gift bag, At the foot of my bed, Filled with fifty plastic bags. My logic urges me To throw them out, For they take up space and are purposeless. But my emotion prevents me From doing so, For reasons I…

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Body of Appropriation by Ellie Parker

Body of Appropriation by Ellie Parker

my body is passing through a period of government, of property, of naming. follow the instructions carefully and fill in the bubble. they say this is how you begin. it’s the illusion of becoming real. just remembered to stop at the deli to buy milk…

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