Runaway Parade
     
RUNAWAY PARADE ISSUE TWO, JUNE 1, 2011

 

border crossing \bôr'dər krɒ'siŋ\ v. 1. the line or frontier area separating political divisions or geographic regions; a boundary. 2. the act or instance of travelling across something

Chanterelles Plucked from a Sweating Log
LISA CHODORKOFF
Poetry: Rubber-booted in blue morning we take the reigns of fate into the backyard of neighboring borders.

Moroieni Dambovita
INAS AL-SOQI
Collage-book and magazine cuttings
8.7 x 8.9 inches

Becoming Orthodox
TESS CUTLER
Nonfiction: A familiar essay about how I became Orthodox for a weekend.

Much; Much
KATHLEEN MCHALE
Poetry and Video:
Fingers grip slick ceramic, sun glow, witch branch outline.

Outside Harmony, Inner Peace
ANNI ZHU
Nonfiction: I moved to Shanghai last summer. What follows is a tale of discoveries and adjustments, and tricky neighborly relationships.
Paris
DUNCAN
Nonfiction: Crossing borders is grand theater. Your tickets are stamped. The border police show up in costume waving badges. Someone speaks to you in a language you don’t understand for the first time, expecting comprehension. The lights dim, and you feel the border for the first time.

Susannah
ERIN LYNN
Poetry: I remember the day I first stood at your door,
like a stray dog, shoe-less, I toed the threshold.
You brought me in and poured me fresh coffee with milk.

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ANTHONY CARTER
Song: The center of the sky won't open up for just anyone. The ticker in my mind just stopped and cut to a snapshot of those Demon Dogs...

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Watch The Gap
AMY STIEGLER
Photography and Essay: You may think you're escaping danger by avoiding New York City streets late at night. However, the MTA's subways can also be quite dangerous.

Being Taken Up

Don't Believe the Hype
MARSHALL PRATT
Photograph taken at a Chinese Dollar Store in Valencia, Spain.

Ludlow Comedy Club
SAM BRYANT
Fiction: John always makes us laugh. When me and the boys finish out the graveyard shift at the Ludlow Woolen Mill, we find him in the parking lot. John works for Ernie Baker colleting scrap metal, and gathers anything that sits for more than twenty hours.
Through My Front Door
ELENA TOWERS
Poetry: He walked in, came right through my front door.

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Sewing Borders
JAMIE JACKSON
Collage
10 x 10 inches

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