Cover Photo: Bluster and Calm
We were traveling in Melbourne Australia back in January of 2018. The location was at the entrance to the Melbourne Museum of Art. The image was made looking through a window that had water running down on the outside.
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We were traveling in Melbourne Australia back in January of 2018. The location was at the entrance to the Melbourne Museum of Art. The image was made looking through a window that had water running down on the outside.
Wm. Yost was the creator of a daily comic published in newspapers from 1983 to 2001. He is also a fictitious character I created to facilitate the fusion of asemic writing, visual poetry, mythopoeia and world-building that is Geranium Lake Properties. A large part of Yost’s comic was drawn in a conventional style with traditional comic …
Headnote from the Editor-in-Chief Headnote from Christopher Patton Consulting Editor and Artist Asemia May Bery Lin Tarczynski Rosaire Appel Sam Roxas-Chua Christopher Patton
I’ve never watched the video of George Floyd being killed by a knee to the neck. I’m ashamed to admit that, but stills and short clips have been all I can take. I finished this short animation as the trial of his killer began. It isn’t about his death, or the historical injustices and systemic inequities that made it possible, but for me it’s adjacent to them.
I like to write on walls. I write small discreet asemic messages available only to those whose eyes wander. When the mind is not so severely preoccupied that the eyes have practically stopped working…
This is the land of asemia. Yet, as space reaches its saturation point, a gasp away from overdose—when all systems fail and meaning melts away—there is still air, some breathing room. Perhaps there, in the tiny gaps, even the tired eye might find a strange form of beauty.
by drea brown 1. on the eve of this new year, in the middle of a pandemic that brings daily surprise and death, i am safe. the only human in my house that needs to be fed, though the stout black cat nibbling my heels would say otherwise. tomorrow there will be plenty of …
by Gail Dottin I only wanted one present from her for my birthday that year: teach me how to make them. *** My parents coordinating picnic caravans with my fertile family and troops of replicating cousins, at least three weekends of each summer month. Club El Pacifico, the alumni association of Dad’s high school …
by Gail Dottin 2 lbs salted dried codfish (You can also use the pollock wanna-be-codfish which is cheaper) 6 eggs beaten 3 chopped scallions 1 small/med onion diced 1/2 cup o’ flour 1 tsp o’ baking powder 1 tsp o’ pepper sauce to taste 1/2 cup o’ veg/canola oil * For the dried cod and pepper sauce, check …
I was told I was born at sunset, half-past the infusion hours of memory into turmeric. I was told I was born blue on the lips, my mother’s milk was nowhere to be found. No trace of white lights or rivers, no names to call to when time arrests flesh. No equal, no passport, no pebble, fish or guide.