Rivet 14: Truth & Power no dark was too loud to keep itself shut but light this big quiet light it could swallow us whole —Andrea Sherwood In Rivet 14, a wide variety of styles and genres come together to ask questions about truth and power. When truth can only be spoken in the dark,…
I Didn’t Need a Weatherman Reg Darling Part One In the spring of 1968, I briefly emerged from the semi-reclusive life of my freshman year to volunteer in Eugene McCarthy’s presidential primary campaign. Distributing campaign literature downtown the day after Martin Luther King’s assassination, I offered a flier to a middle-aged man who said,…
Two Poems Emily Stoddard An attempt to convey how uncomfortable the word “kingdom” makes me My messiah hung on the cross for three weeks, and when his blood emptied, they slaughtered calves to replenish the effort. My messiah has a body I can taste, and it tastes like a stamp from an exotic island….
Blackout Andrea Sherwood I lived a year in a small black box under a barbershop some nights not even an inch of moonshine would sit on the windowsill the room purgatory with no objects no thing save the thick dark dark dark large dark screaming three a.m. why aren’t you sleeping are you…
The Bottomless Pit in the Back Room of Nick’s Speakeasy Daniel Galef Tom waited on the corner of 115th Street with his little harp case in hand and a new suit on his back. He was waiting for the devil. Presently, he broke into a wide grin and waved to catch his attention. It was…
