AMOA and MexicArte Museum by Sean Denmark
The captions of the exhibition emphasize the isolation and otherness of the East LA community Iturbide recorded in the '80s and early '90s. Gang members make complicated hand signals that we cannot understand.
Cliché Zone -- Free poetry by Terry Roberts
A Line Describing... by Jodie Keeling
There are no chairs to recline in, nor screen to gaze upward at. The film begins then with everyone standing around the room at comfortable distances from each other, as strangers do. And it's clear from this point that this film is going to demand a different kind of attention.
Master of the Game by Ursula Whitworth
With only two days left to shoot, the crew is intensely concentrating as they film a man dressed in prison garb who is wiping blood off the cabin floor over and over again.
Notes from the Woodshed by Paul Klemperer
Do we accept the musical status quo? If we rebel, how do we do it?
Podium by stant
I stand at the podium and read my work. I hate poetry.
Up All Night by Harold McMillan
For me, being a Texas Black man, I guess I -- and other Texas Black Folks -- are double-free, double-lucky. We got Juneteenth and the 4th of July.
Verities poetry by Anonymous
What Are You? fiction by Justin Davis
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