Mud Season Review
Riki Moss interviews
Abigail Child
Our contributing art editor, Riki Moss, recently had this exchange with Abigail Child, Issue #15’s featured artist. Here’s what she had to say about her relationship to the many media she works in, her particular interest in collage and film, and the themes in her work… Read more
Katie Stromme interviews
Elizabeth Gaucher
Our nonfiction co-editor, Katie Stromme, recently had this exchange with Elizabeth Gaucher, our Issue #15 featured nonfiction author. Here’s what Gaucher had to say about the difficulty of writing “Where it Ends,” her thoughts on the representation of childhood and reconstructing memories, and her evolution as a writer… Read more
Erin Post interviews
Jim Richards
Our poetry co-editor, Erin Post, recently had this exchange with Jim Richards, our Issue #15 featured poet. Here’s what he had to say about his evolution as a poet, the inspiration he finds in teaching, and his advice to younger poets… Read more
Natasha Mieszkowski interviews
Eric Barnes
Our fiction co-editor Natasha Mieszkowski recently had this exchange with Eric Barnes, our Issue #15 featured fiction author. Here’s what he had to say about the setting that inspired “The Minister,” his writing process, and his attention to style over plot and character … Read more
Collage
By Abigail Child
The work consistently places disruption in conjunction with consumerist and pop culture, simultaneously eliciting the surrealist Americanism of a Bruce Conner, the cut-and-paste gestures of Hannah Hoch and the sensuousness of Sargent, alive to the makeup of the social body…
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Where It Ends
By Elizabeth Gaucher
The wider and darker the bruise, the greater was the evidence of our commitment. In hindsight, that was a pretty unsettling attitude for a couple of twelve-year-old girls to have about their favorite pastime. Sandy and I invented “tennis basketball” one summer in the early 1980s, ostensibly just to occupy our bored selves…
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The Minister
By Eric Barnes
When someone dies in the North End, there is a funeral. Many people attend. It is our only communal act. There are really no other reasons for a crowd to gather. There is a church downtown that still has a minister, an older man I see sometimes near the corner store or near the church itself, where he sweeps the wide steps leading up to the entrance…
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Kissing Boys
By Jim Richards
When was the last time I kissed him,
my eldest son, on the mouth?
I can’t remember. When did I start
turning away and offering cheek
instead of lips? Somewhere between
our last kiss and today’s awkwardness
we forgot the words to an old song.
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