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Don Flamenco’s Finest Round

Don Flamenco’s Finest Round
By August 1, 2006

Drew looked me up and down. He said, “Tell me I can’t rip your head off.” I didn’t say anything. He made fists and opened his hands. His head only came to my chin, but he had a thin brown … Read More

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Now the beautiful boys …

Now the beautiful boys …
By August 1, 2006

Now the beautiful boys are no longer. A man in a plastic orange cloak has piled empty soft drinks cans on a black sheet. Sand whirls, carried on the wind’s wings. The gray of the sea dissipates in the mist, … Read More

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Tisha B’Av

Tisha B’Av
By August 1, 2006

I wake up in a Bushwick loft on Tisha B’Av          the safe                 looks at me with its one notched and numbered eye winking: remember the lifetimes before you, child. Factory, storehouse, temple. I wake up in Brooklyn mourning          … Read More

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Fisherman

Fisherman
By August 1, 2006

Andy Alpern, Fisherman Andy Alpern is a photographer, peace activist, and mentsh who lives in Amirim, a small moshav outside of Tsfat in the north of Israel. He’s known for his panoramic shots of famous and not-so-famous places in Israel. … Read More

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Power Play X

Power Play X
By July 1, 2006

The daily theater that transpires around me is so wrought with tragedy, irony, love and passion, that creating art about my own present circumstances and current events is enough material to last an entire lifetime. These mixed media wall reliefs … Read More

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Artneuland: Israeli Art without Borders

Artneuland: Israeli Art without Borders
By July 1, 2006

Yael Katz Ben Shalom and Eyal Ben-Dov are members of Artneuland, an Israeli collective of leading artists, curators, theoreticians, and intellectuals. Primarily focused on photography and video, Artneuland adapts its name ["the new art land"] from a play on words … Read More

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Israeli-American

Israeli-American
By July 1, 2006

I sat with my uncle outside Boudin Bakery on Ofarrell drinking cappuccino and sharing a scone. It was a glorious Saturday afternoon in downtown San Francisco; warm but not humid, sunny but not glaring. The sky was the idyllic blue … Read More

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Summer

Summer
By July 1, 2006

Dry thorns like a camp of crusaders limbs slashed only the points of blades the jutting of helmets– in the rooms blinds are drawn women tear their flesh off tan bodies– jasmine scents, wild-leaved tendrils and the exhalation of the … Read More

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