Homoerotic Motifs in Renaissance Art

Written by Josh Strange Edited by Sadie Kimbrough It is a societal mainstay that many, if not all, are familiar with seeing in Christian art; curly-haired, handsome men, are shown representing either Jesus himself or other biblical figures. For many,…

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Blue Grass

By Hannah Malia Kim Phoenix: Spring 2009 The thing I remember most about my girlhood in Beijing is the hutong neighborhoods. Especially, the way the houses were smushed together so that each shanty looked like a piece of a bigger…

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Art of Spring 1986

Pallet Head / Kirk Smith / acrylic on canvas and styrofoam / 35" x 40" Philosophy Even the Hollowest Nut Wants To Be Cracked / David Wilson / 26" x 40" Schmocks / Cynthia Roth Leatherwood / monotype / 12" x 8" Myself…

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Premature Canities

Premature Canities by Alexa White Twelve months, countless little gray hairs pulled from some cave of my scalp. I’ve studied each one, twirling it white against a background out of focus. How do I hold them? Three fingers pinched? I’m…

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Book of the Month: The Man Who Lived Underground

Written by Lynda D. Sleeter Edited by Sadie Kimbrough The release of a previously unpublished novel by Richard Wright (1908-1960), legendary author of Native Son (1940) and Black Boy (1945) is possibly the major literary event of the summer. The…

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Room 1012

Room 1012 by Kat White Content Warning: This piece has elements of a murder mystery, mentions of suicide/death, violence, and elements of domestic abuse. Exhaustion colored the edges of her vision gray and Rue swallowed against the dryness in her…

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People of Knoxville: Georgia Vogel of Honey Mouth

Written by Clint Liles Edited by Sadie Kimbrough Last March an unforgettable hot-pink shop popped up in the Old City of downtown Knoxville. Honey Mouth is a leather goods store focused on empowering women through fashionable accessories and local artwork.…

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People Watching at Café Du Monde

People Watching at Café Du Monde by Kassidy Zartman I remember the saxophone player That stood just on the corner by Café Du Monde— His experienced black hands that skipped over the brass pearl keys And his face that swallowed…

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