O Prophet by Sarah HombachPosted on April 21, 2016October 8, 2020Gallatin ReviewPoetry "Look at the tourists shuffling through mass / lighting silly candles / dumbfounded and blinky under the tall ceilings of God." Poetry.
Air After Storm by Daniels MekssPosted on May 13, 2015November 12, 2020Gallatin ReviewVideo Images to chart "the forever insurmountable distance between human endeavors and the silence of the absurd world."
Self-Portraits in Berlin by Erin KimPosted on April 30, 2015August 31, 2015Gallatin ReviewPortfolio "Moments for me to look back at myself while looking forward again into the scene."
She’s Not Me by Hunter Kurepa-PeersPosted on April 23, 2015August 26, 2020FictionGallatin Review "It’s the kind of place where the towels are folded into lotuses and the mini soaps are named after feelings." Fiction.
Wolf Lake Lodge by Becca PecautPosted on April 16, 2015August 26, 2020Gallatin ReviewPoetry "My father took my fishing rod / while I slept on rain / and he lost it to a bass."
Missing Persons Report by Shinji MoonPosted on May 23, 2014May 25, 2020Gallatin ReviewPoetry "She was last seen almost a woman." Poetry.
Sections and Segments by Andriana SkalkosPosted on May 23, 2014November 11, 2014Gallatin ReviewPortfolio Parts of landscape / Landscape in parts.
Zap by Danya KukafkaPosted on April 22, 2014May 4, 2020FictionGallatin Review "Zap stands in the doorway of classroom 201 and the painted wooden beams frame his body like they were built that way, like he commanded the door to assemble around him and it listened." Fiction.
Two Poems – Madeleine Walker by Madeleine WalkerPosted on April 8, 2014May 4, 2020Gallatin ReviewPoetry "They move the house from the hills to the mountains on the back of a pickup truck."
Corduroy by Max SchieblePosted on August 9, 2013January 23, 2014Gallatin Arts FestivalGallatin ReviewIndependent ProjectPortfolio People and buildings glimpsed from the counter at La Colombe. An illustrated series.
A Fractured Family Fairy Tale by Otter LeePosted on July 5, 2013May 3, 2020Creative NonfictionGallatin Review "My mother always dressed me in red, so I would stand out in a crowd, so that she would never lose me." A family in four acts.
White Noise by Anita Rojas CarrollPosted on April 25, 2013May 3, 2020Gallatin ReviewPoetry "I need to tell at least one lie every day." A poem after an empty page.
Seven Cataracts by Sara MontijoPosted on April 23, 2013May 3, 2020Gallatin ReviewPoetry "Who hasn’t wanted the wind to whisk them off the edge?"
One Became the Other by Sofia SzamosiPosted on April 19, 2013December 11, 2013Arts WorkshopGallatin Arts FestivalGallatin GalleriesGallatin ReviewPortfolio Experiments with a photo booth.