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The Fissured Tongue Series
Fissured Tongue | Volume Four
Welcome to Fissured Tongue Volume 4!
"This issue was years in the making, in every sense of the term. It features pieces we received years ago, at the start of the COVID-19 pandemic, as well as more recent work, submitted only in the last six months. The timelines within the works themselves range from a lifetime — see Exhibitionist: The Life of Julie Cotton by Michaela Anchan — to frozen moments in an iconic restaurant — see the landscape of waffle house by E.A. Midnight.” Read the rest of the introductory letter from the managing editor.
Yesica Mirambeaux is Managing Editor of the Fissured Tongue series.
In this volume
Peruse below or check out a PDF version:
Peruse below or check out a PDF version:
by Jessica Reed
"Are these lights bright do they mean. Do these instruct. This one an artifact. Others interpret a square pattern in a weak stream of electrons aimed. They do this successfully. Electrons aim at a structure and bouncing creates an interference. This diffraction occurs.
On this occasion electrons and a scope. If aluminum pleases. If an opportunity presents itself it presents itself now."
from Matter Waves
by Benjamin Mast
Explore tactile sensory relationships through surreal dreams of tongues sprouting from unexpected places and surreptitious stroking of soft skinned rabbits in Benjamin Mast's pieces pink inside and carpel noctem.
The Extravagant Art of Seeing
by Ben Miller
Ben Miller serves an innovate take on a "wretched" novel reworked. Manuscript pages are torn to pieces and excerpts of text patched together at raw angles; drawings, musings, and interjections from the writer intermingle with a shredded story about a cult leader who forces concerned followers to build a pyramid.
Exhibitionist: The Life of Julie Cotton
by Michaela Anchan
A secret, quiet perspective of life unfolds in static glimpses. In this voyeuristic piece, Michaela Anchan exposes uniquely narrative details of a life, from childhood through to assorted ephemera collected after death.
by Susan Sonde
"The scent is why we enter the room. We can’t figure it at first, but it scratches at the back of our collective memory drawer like the rats rutting beneath the floorboards of this ongoing gentrification. Once, back alley abortions were performed here. The bedsheets
bloody and lying on them never pat away the hurt or stilled the pulse beat. Life hung on the edge of a tear, the flywheel around which all other things whirred."
from A Deforestation
Fact, Fiction, Fantasy: Reinventing Nancy in the Letters of Lucia Berlin and Kenward Elmslie
by Chip Livingston
Chip Livingston offers a captivating taste of the multivaried correspondence between international best-selling fiction writer Lucia Berlin and New York School poet/librettist Kenward Elmslie in this fascinating collection of assorted postcards and letters.
tea tree & jojoba
"i think of Nana, how chemo
stole fistfuls of Her braggin-curls so She
called up clippers. 15 years pass: She put
Her close shave & gold tooth on display
when i trim my head a third time,
say i’m just tryna get like You."
from tea tree & jojoba
Arrival in Charlottesville
by Jeddie Sophronius
"Is your family okay? I google
my country. An earthquake,
6.2 magnitude, a different
island than mine. This is a ritual
by now. Every year a plane crashes,
the earth consumes, a volcano
coughs, a tsunami cleanses.
I’m where I was five years ago:"
from Arrival in Charlottesville
by D.J. Huppatz
“There’s a silence, like that of cathedrals and cemeteries, that shrouds art galleries. I’d never thought about it before, but the way Annika — maybe because she’s European — danced from painting to painting, enthusing about a jazzy pop-collage with her hands and hips, made me think about that reverent silence.
“Colors hit your eyes!” she’d say, “Absorb you before you can respond.”"
from American Windows
Review: [ a go ] by Gabrielle Joy Lessans
by Jesica Davis
“Reading Gabrielle Joy Lessans’s second book, [a go ], is to follow a string through a maze, a string you never grasp too tightly, a maze that you neither enter nor leave. A maze with no center. Just the act of following. Trust and discovery."
from Review: [ a go ] by Gabrielle Joy Lessans