A lot of magic is going on behind the covers of And/Both Magazine.
I recently learned of them from a fellow artist who thought my multidisciplinary style could be a good match for this publication. I submitted work and was pleased to have a poem and painting accepted, but the real pleasure came upon receipt of the issue itself (#6, “inhale/exhale”).
There is breathtaking artistry in every detail of the magazine. Some entries of verse are printed on vellum, allowing for collaboration with the visual art that follows. Other entries are tucked in as bookmarks, which inspire further interaction as they follow your progress over different entries. Even a moveable arrow on one page and an embroidery ribbon weaving through another remind you that you too are an active participant in this experience.
As a result, And/Both becomes a beautiful celebration of diversity and community. Each piece resonantes with its own unique and complex perspective, but an open dialogue continually buzzes amongst them, building commonalities. It is an endeavor that proves particularly cathartic in this latest issue, which focuses on current events related to the pandemic and civil unrest and injustice in the United States.
Yields its last steps
Circling the dust
Drum in hand
Christener of tin roofs
To drink in her cool
The asphalt beams
Over three years of tyranny plus months of quarantine and
This morning I am peering at it all through a windshield of ash.
In an act of self-immolation, West Coast forests rage at us
Impressing upon our lungs the growing rarity of another breath.
When one man chooses to kneel on the neck of another
What does it say of the altar, of our very faith?
How to revere a raised flag as its colors
bleed out on the ground?
With the love of a mother.
With the outrage of youth.
With the hope of a child.
From the First People
It is known that
Time is a somnambulist
Straddling day and night in one truth.
We are in no hurry.
To make is to believe
To live is to worship
Every little universe
Inside, all around.
A stone’s soul
A single bead
Each speaks the mother
Tongue, the language of dreams.