by Isaiah Rubio
With this handgun I pull the trigger to de stroy my third eye. The muse says nothing, closes her vision, and leaves me in silence. I burn my pile of wood on the first day of winter. I hide in churches to save time for the retribution. I think I want this. Isaiah Rubio is studying poetry in the MFA program at Brigham Young University. (Art) Sam Atzbach (b. 1998) is currently living and working in Provo, Utah. Her foci are painting, textile, and sculpture. Her work examines the relationship between predecessor and successor, the weight of being, and the immutable collective unconscious that exists within the sentient and insentient, irrespective of time and space. She seeks to reconcile the constant pull from the past and push of the future to find space in the present in-between through an assemblage of apparition-like figures, guttural marks, found stones, and organic forms, both human and non-human.