This is liminal space, open to writers and artists of any short-form medium, from any place. We take submissions on a rolling basis as part of our Short-Form Multimedia Contest, and upload new content on a time frame unbound to the current issue.
By Mobolaji Tunde-Oladepo on January 10, 2017
She was still asleep when he woke up. The bleached sun radiated hot and white through the open window, only halfway up the sky. His arms were settled sloppily atop the covers around her sloping shoulders while her head nestled in a pillow that had migrated next to his chest [...]
By Merry Lynn Byrd on August 29, 2016
Although I ran away in second grade, I obeyed my mother and did not cross the street. Seven years later, anxious and unhappy—and unable to understand or articulate this angst—I tried the same technique. My good grades, composed demeanor, and compliant personality earned me an exchange student assignment in South Africa within three months of application [...]
Far Away (So Close): Memoir of A Friend’s Descent
By Matthew Gindin on August 26, 2016
I am at the Vancouver airport, frantically searching for a lost, rogue Buddhist nun with my three-year-old son in tow. Then I spot her, looking like a wan otherworldly creature in her grey and brown kimono-like jacket. I wave and yell her name repeatedly until she slowly turns her face towards me, her eyes looking out at me from a great interior distance.
Vision of future [or] analogy of present?
By Yuta Anonuevo on August 25, 2016
My illustrative process involves going through several preliminary sketches and design concepts before settling for an idea I like. The drone images are a nod to current events in technology, while remaining within the realm of science fiction.
By Jeffery Darensbourg on June 1, 2016
Our own tribal name for ourselves is simply “Ishak,” which means “Human Beings.” We refer to ourselves as both “Atakapa” and “Ishak” – both names being part of our history and heritage. Perhaps what I admire most about De Batz’s depiction of an Ishak man is that his depiction is so human. There he is, a member of a supposedly fierce nation, and yet his gesture is one of friendship.
Why do abandoned places awaken us?
By Ashley Rouen on May 16, 2016
Driving around, scars of the storm remained in the form of blighted houses after many people were displaced from home. While city officials fought hard to eradicate these deserted eyesores, I was deeply enthralled by their character...
By Leila Sabbagh & Monika Kozicz on April 25, 2016
CAJUN (adj. fem.) [doos] sweet; gentle. Eau douce: fresh non-ocean water A mini-film evocative of social inquiry and expressions of the soul in response to Hurricane Katrina and subsequent oil spills.
By Olivia Motley on April 25, 2016
Between reality and mysticism. Physics and meta-. This is where the ghosts lie.
Tragically struggling under steamrollers
By Neil Shah on April 25, 2016
I keep waiting for the sirens and the cigarettes, other people to light their own sweet city dreams. I keep waiting for the rust to takeover, for the ground to soften some. I keep waiting for that blaring rush of sound, the bright lights of fire trucks rushing past me in the springtime dark and I can tell I'm starting to lose my sense of smell.