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You’ve never seen comics like “Process Comics.” Heather Simon translates poetry to watercolor to prose and back again, a circuit of creativity that sheds light on the mysterious process of art-making.

You’ve never seen comics like “Process Comics.” Heather Simon translates poetry to watercolor to prose and back again, a circuit of creativity that sheds light on the mysterious process of art-making.

"Self-improvement is a kind of death."An interview with performance artist Carla Perez-Gallardo, only at Blunderbuss Magazine.

"father writes to tell me he has
no more cash
father writes to tell me he is
dying
I write asking about
the fountain
that I think
he must adore

from “Retired Architecture,” a new poem by Zuzanna Juszkiewicz with an illustration by Hayley Thornton-Kennedy.

http://www.blunderbussmag.com/retired-architecture/

“'If you don’t do anything you’re ashamed of, then you have nothing to hide.' 'If you don’t want it seen, don’t make it.' Images, video clips, tweets, quotes are torn from their moments of origin. We force them to represent their subjects and speakers in all contexts. I don’t want to be the same at dinner with my parents as I am drinking whiskey at the Levee as I am delivering a lecture on Eugene Debs as I am lying in bed with my girlfriend as I am alone writing. I’m not ashamed of any of these versions of me, but I’m none of them with everyone. Different people and different situations tease out different parts of ourselves. This isn’t inauthenticity; it’s complexity. When we claim the right to stare at each other from all angles, we implicitly demand that everyone always act as one-sized-fits-all people, people for all contexts, homogenized people. That is, we demand that people not act like people at all.”

—   Travis Mushett investigates the ethics of looking & not-looking at images of naked celebrities, ISIS beheadings, and domestic violence, only at Blunderbuss Magazine.

“My mother finds out about the child I did not have from Facebook. This is how regret arrives: in the arms of machines.”

—   From “Rappelling,” a new poem by Emily O’Neill up now at Blunderbuss Magazine.

“you ask the man who kneels
over your crumbled body
what the moon
over New York sounds like.”

—   From “The Topography of,” a new poem by Keegan Lester up now at Blunderbuss Magazine.

“The farm hadn’t been used as a farm for many years, but the father didn’t have a good word for the unused acres, so he thought of it as a farm anyway, that being the only word he had. He’d planted his daughters there, but they’d borne no fruit. He called it a farm though that was the exact thing it wasn’t.”

—   Get creeped out by “On the Terror Traditionally Associated with Developing Real Property,” a new piece of flash fiction from David Connerley Nahm up now at Blunderbuss Magazine.

Important to tell her

how the wind makes headstones from ripples

in the lake

—   From “The afternoon is polite,” one of three new poems by Hafizah Geter up now at Blunderbuss Magazine.

“Oppressive governments of all ideological stripes have a long history of locking up dissidents with opposing views, and the production of mental illness has historically functioned as a disciplinary mechanism for hierarchical societies. Due process? One psychiatrist, with a wink to a second can take away someone’s freedom indefinitely. You may be initially locked up for being a threat to yourself or to others, but once inside, you won’t be released until you can perform ‘normal.’ Thoughts become crimes, punishable by forced restraints, chemicals, and seclusion. And, even today, they are sometimes punishable by involuntary forced electroshock.”

—   Check out “From Burning Man to Bellevue,” a true story of institutionalization and radical mental health, up now at Blunderbuss Magazine.

the evening air that century was thick
sedative

news from its middle ages had arrived again so now the embassy squeals
an unoiled castle

the cautious instructions from the freshly homeless babies read
afterbirth=packaging

—   From “Owl Contemplating a Frisbee,” a poem by Rich Ives, up now at Blunderbuss Magazine.