DEREK UPDEGRAFF • WINTER/SPRING 2018
I’d asked my dad to drop me off a block away from the studio. Not because I was embarrassed by him or anything. We always got along great. I mean I wasn’t a daddy’s princess or anything. But we had fun. We joked when he wasn’t stressed. But I asked him to drop me off a block away because I needed to focus, to get in the zone. I wanted to visualize the day and how it was going to go down.
PAOLA PERONI • WINTER/SPRING 2018
There were three dogs in the house: A yellow lab too timid to leave the basement, a black lab who stumbled as if intoxicated, and a clingy German shepherd sick with cancer.
“The dogs are disturbed,” I said.
“Be glad you haven’t met the children,” he said.
WILL FINLAYSON • WINTER/SPRING 2018
And then my brother he shows me how to stuff dollar bills into their panties, thin black lace over orange skin, pasties over nipples, and I’m thinking this is strange. But then he says “relax” but I can’t relax. I cram the ones in and I’m all stiff like I’m stuffing a letter in a mailbox except it’s not a mailbox it’s a person like just take your damn money and my brother he says “this is it man” like he always says with that smile with the teeth.
ELIZABETH STIX • WINTER/SPRING 2018
She had a setback. She suffered a blow. She had a string of personal misfortunes. There was the toner cartridge, shaken when the plastic tab was already off, her cream silk blouse, her boss’ contact lens. That was a mishap.