The Renascent vol. 1 Painting

Rachelle Arlin Credo
Mark Blickley
Jennifer Coffey
José Langlois
Rebekah Frumkin
Claire Love
David Gruber
Kristen Depken
C. Cay Cary
Joe Coale
E. Robert Morse
Emily Diaz
Estefán Gargost
William Burns
Krystyna Kouri
Pam Cole
Ruhe T. Gutes
Michael Mayhew
Michael Grimaldi
Jenny Balisle
Monica Hernandez
J. Morse



Excerpt from "Weightlessness"

William Simon Mallusk was born prematurely on August the 8th of 1977. His mother, Maisy Serdnum, realized that her water was breaking in the cafeteria of the University of Ohio at the salad bar. This was alarming, because her prenatal stomach was hardly a thing to attract the eyes of the dean or even the jocks on scholarship. She’d only developed a curve midway through her figure that she sometimes rubbed, but it was a nuisance, not an impedance.

Mallusk had been in her for seven months. Only weeks ago, she’d watched the child as a system of pixels on an ultrasound, moving like a crustacean. She’d seen the graceful knotting of his legs and arms, his spine so prominent it seemed a gruesome caricature of a spine. Everything looked fine then. She cried through the entire delivery. After the birth, she was frightened to hold the child on her chest, as he fit just as easily in her palm.

Bouncing furiously from defibrillation, Mallusk was a first witness to a distant launch. Tampa home base, about five miles from the hospital, sent a small rocket, Luke 2, into the atmosphere for an orbit with three stout mathematicians on board. Doctors Lugari and Caleb set off a Code Yellow and a Code Red. Nurses crowded the halls like flocks of white rabbits. The preemie ward was for ten minutes a strikingly ethereal green, and Mallusk, sidled with tubes and electrodes, blinked once beneath his felt blindfold.

But astronauts by nature are fed on red meat and Melba Toast, while Mallusk had eaten nothing but peanut butter with raisins for years. He’d developed a need for bifocals early in life and a tendency towards old coins and paste, especially the two simultaneously. There was no doubt in the fact that the rocket had inspired the arrhythmic beating of Mallusk’s heart, so when Warren McArthur surfaced in Tampa, Mallusk knew well where he’d surfaced from. Mallusk had been convalescing from an asthma attack when he was told the news.

“Warren McArthur just moved in next door, dear.”

Rebekah Frumkin
Libertyville, IL
rocinante4@earthlink.net
gamineprufrock@mac.com

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