Two Truths, One Lie

Shijoon Bae

You said that you loved me

You said that you wanted white Vans

You said that you liked green tea—just like me.

You said that you enjoyed walks at the foot of the stars

You said that you liked the tingle Korean food gave you

You said that you thought I was beautiful.

You told me of your passion for baking—genesis of pastries

You told me of the time you had a biking accident—gashed knee

You told me of our future together—grief is my embrace.

You told me that I reeked of arrogance, I say a moth to a lamp

You told me that I was the lucky one, I’ll buy a lottery ticket

You told me to keep your hoodie, I can still smell the axe.

You promised that I was the one

You promised that we were meant to be

You promised that you love me.

My movement and discipline towards sustainable fine arts has allowed my unconventional approach to develop eco-mindfulness. With Enchanted, I explored using textured paste while repurposing and priming old painted canvases. The intention was to create a whimsical eco-conscious series to play on one another, yet each piece expresses its individual narratives. The use of pastel pigments of peach, lavender, pink, and white add a feminine touch of dreamy fairy dust.

Radio R&B Singers

Alan Keith

I need more than just their hearts, souls, blood, sweat, and tears carelessly dumped in. I need there to be at least a dash of truth in these mellifluous radio songs. They’ve been guiding my love life since pre-manhood, so I hope a few took the time to verify a verse or two before moving to the next ballad. They sound so lovely, so authoritatively lovely—how can you not believe their words? I mean, if they were singing falsehoods, they couldn’t sound so good, right?

Call Me Space Cowgirl

Lisette

Boer

when you see me in my red thigh-high leather boots and pistol matching my shellac as I shoot at the black hole in your eternal tar heart call me space cowgirl when you see me after the whole world seems drunk and I announce that I dumped a fifth of honey whiskey into the Milky Way call me space cowgirl when you see me on the dance floor and the flash of my bedazzled trigger as I make Scorpius my bitch and Orion owe me life favors call me space cowgirl when you see me with saucer plate pupils after taking rattle venom looking up at the crescent moon asking about heaven and how it got up there