Runaway Parade
     
RUNAWAY PARADE ISSUE THREE, JUNE 15, 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

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Hazel November 6, 1940
EMILY DUNNE
A mourning portrait of a canadian immigrant.
Mixed Media, silver gelatin print, wood, hair, 5 x 5 inches

Crossing Borders
KEVIN LUNA
Fiction: As we climb aboard, our compartment silently gliding out from the station, I look over one last time at that faithful red planet, its sole landscape of rock and sand spread on for miles and miles. What a place, I think to myself.

 

The Highway, The Sun
MOLLY RECTOR
Poetry: Neon crucifixes light up southern
gothic church windows gradually unveiled by the fog–
my gaze, a floundered moth, drawn in
and unto grain silo (so like a foghorn),
ancient voices, trees—.

Mapping the Colorado River Basin
NOAH BRAUTIGAM
Nonfiction: The Colorado River
is a centerpiece of western development in the United States. Today, the river is the most regulated and developed
river-system in the world.

Solomon

Super Boundary
TARA HAGAN
Architecture: Super boundary describes the border as a dematerialized web or fence. It is endless, crossing any environment, natural or man made.

A Memory Stales
SARAH KING
Memoir: I ordered our donuts from behind the glass display case, while Papa filled a giant Styrofoam cup with the steaming contents of an ever-brewing coffee pot to the left of the cashier.

Modes of Transport
ELYSSE PREPOSI
I turn the wheel too far. I hit the gas too much. I brake too hard. It’s all too much, never not enough.

Sidewalk Chalk
PATRICK METZGER
Song: I drew a line with sidewalk chalk upon a city street, and carried you across it to spare your pretty feet.

Berlin and Rome
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.

Dahlia
Wolves at the Door
HANA FRUCHTENICHT
Acrylic on canvas
18" x 24"

How The Dandelions Grow
DAHLIA COLMAN
Nonfiction: A creative essay on interdependence and unlearning.

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One Language, Under God
CHRISTINE SPINELLI
Nonfiction: I’ve been working with English Language Learners at the Target School in Somerville, MA. I've learned so much about American culture from my students and how much they’ve sacrificed to come here to the United States to learn a language that helps them advance in their respective fields.

Free Shots at Ryan's Bar
GWEN RUELLE
Nonfiction: Trash, urine, and vomit fill the streets of Barcelona.

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