Runaway Parade
     
RUNAWAY PARADE ISSUE TWENTY-NINE, JULY 16, 2012

abyss /əˈbɪs/ n. 1. An immeasurably deep chasm, depth, or void: "lost in the vast abysses of space and time" (Loren Eiseley). 2. a. The primeval chaos out of which it was believed that the earth and sky were formed. b. The abode of evil spirits; hell.


The Hiker
JENNY LEONARD
Plaster on hessian canvas, 7.9 x 17.7 inches

Dinosaur
TANYA SILVER
Fiction: “Why would I listen to you? You take out your insecurities on everyone else. You hold others back from achieving the heights of their potential. You cannot even stand on two legs!” Agatha’s anger built up like roiled gas pumped into a small container.

Looking Down
PATRICK METZGER
Song: I climbed to the top of an old pine tree.
Just to feel my muscles move, and to see what I
could see.
Felt the wind in my hair and the sap on my skin.
I looked down at you.  My head began to spin.


Fall of Man
EMILY DUNNE
Mixed Media on birch wood, 5 x 6 inches

Wandering
AMANDA MILLER
Fiction: Apparently at some point I fell asleep, as I seem to be waking up again, replete with a nagging sense of melancholy. After sighing, grunting and flopping around, I jerk myself up, scoot my hips to the edge of the bed and fling my legs out in front of me.

my hair hurts
MICHAEL ALVINO
Poem:i am the bastard puddle 
sired by a spilled drink-
a brackish mix of 
anxiety and ineptitude.


You'll like the way it feels

KATIE DEMOSS
Mixed Media, 12 x 9 inches

Salome

KEVIN RUELLE
Watercolor on Paper, 13 x 19 inches

Untitled
HANA FRUCHTENICHT
Woodblock print, 8 x 10 inches


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