Painting by Steve Kelly. ‘Self-Portrait’ (2013) uses Steve Kelly’s characteristic big brush strokes. Steve Kelly & Joseph Palestina bring a forum for younger artists to Basemeant Wrx today. Owner Aimee Danchise said,”Montclair is just bleeding artists that have nowhere to go.” Today, they do. For more information, view the article here.
Text by K. Cecchini & Photo by Vice (HBO) Full metal jacket Police tanks pummel dissent War games on Main Street.
Text by K. Cecchini Scramble up boxcars Fleshed pressed to La Bestia Full moon shanks refuge. ➡️Viral Verse is poetry about current events and issues. This particular one was inspired by various segments on Central American immigrants’ treacherous route including a podcast from Radio Amublante and Vice’s HBO show.
YOUR input here. By prose or by verse, please write a caption for our newest Shutter INK photo. (Photo: K. Cecchini)
Your Input Here. YOU provide the caption; a phrase, a sentence, paragraph, story, poem…it’s yours. Photograph by K. Cecchini
Your Input Here. We are going to post a daily image and ask YOU to provide the caption; a phrase, a sentence, paragraph, story, poem…it’s yours. The following day, underneath the new image, we will share a choice caption from our readers for the previous day’s image.
Indelible as trauma lodged in the cortex, his memory circles her consciousness, stringing knots of regret, poised to storm the translucent veil of dreams once she rocks herself to sleep; for outside the watchful eyes of life, he is hers. -K. Cecchini First published in the Montclair Times
¿Estás ahí, Dios? Soy yo. What is heaven but an aging collection of Saturday Evening Post clippings and pages ripped from old Vogue magazines? ¿Estás ahí, Dios? Quizás. What is the soul but a collision of atoms; the periodic table giving birth to a carnival on an infinite loop. By Kimberly Cecchini
the mundane and profane updated with zest as if it were requisite upon arriving, consuming, departing… sneezing. but instead of strutting down the feed i feel exposed until im replaced with news of beaches, yawning, and tagged photos of soup. Poem & Illustration by Kimberly Cecchini
Not much more than a rag doll she folds east, her molted braids sweep slowly on top of the shoulders of an oversized T. on the steps to the avenue, she leans and tucks in locking onto me…expectantly. I scurry and fade past her thin eyes with my head bowed, to the early morning rush.Continue reading “Fade Past”