Another New Calligraphy

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Another New Calligraphy publishes handmade books, music, and the online journal Impossible Task. We have enjoyed the quiet thrill of making and sharing since 2009. Chicago. anothernewcalligraphy.com

Front cover of Frames: A Memoir in monochrome cyan. Open window frames recursively recede into the background of a blueprint grid. The title of the book is presented vertically in a handwritten typeface reminiscent of comic strip lettering.
Front and back cover of Headwaters, featuring monochrome blue illustration of a Black man's face and hair slowly melting.
The thirteenth issue of Impossible Task features work by: Will Russo • Jeff Newberry • Vivian Kao • Phoebe Brown Kelsey L. Smoot • Hibah Shabkhez • Kai Thigpen • Judith Leserman Brian Builta • ​Robin Arble • Theodore Bee • Michael Russell
Cover of Muse, in monochrome sage green. A notebook cover with sketches along the border of clocks, beverages, and the Palestinean watermelon icon.
Cover of Dear Mrs. River-Dragon, in monochrome copper. Murky water resting in a river that contains an old metal structure resembling an abstract dragon's scales.
Cover of heart of us, in monochrome purple. Tendrils wrap around frames containing textured silhouettes.
The twelfth issue of Impossible Task features work by: Megan Busbice • Mary Ann Honaker • Ryan Clark • Maddie Downie Dmitra Gideon • Samantha Tetangco • Alexandra Weiss • Terry Trowbridge Carson Wolfe • ​Loralee Clark • Nikia Bain • GRSTLT Comms
A monochrome blue book cover, featuring a modern-day Kronos holding his child aloft against a vortex of distorted and inky children's silhouettes.
A book cover in monochrome mulberry featuring a chair and an empty bottle lit by a nearby window, with a woman peering past the paper's edge.
Picking crops, each second is precious– no water, no bathroom breaks, no standing in the sparse shade; all to make minimum wage. Marching up and down rows of swollen apples, engorged tomatoes, crisp greens, and supple strawberries, the farm worker bakes
hiding in plain dark not to be confused with a reduced state of consciousness drops an arm if it has to dragged to surface exposed
skin flakes rest in my lap, hands crossed, fingers twisted left and right and up and forward but never down ​if i cannot taste iron after losing blood, it's been too much ​and he knows this but i forget
At Nuremberg, Jackson revealed one human head, severed, nameless, shriveled beyond a mother's recognition. ​It was liberated from some Nazi’s desk, you know the story. Let's say the desk was piled with numbers.
The bus is stinky the way a hotel room is just-cleaned-with-too-many-chemicals stinky, so you know it must have been nast. There is something soothing, something soporific about that smell, Grendel's mother muses
Still juggling. Still cycling. Still cheering. He flings a third saucer when a laser beam hits me right in the eye. I drop the third ceramic—the smashing sound drowned out by the collective shock from the audience.
​So I took the teeth home, all gray and yellow and filled with cavities. I fashioned them into a piece of jewelry, laid it as a crystal on a chain, spit and plaque and nerve endings still sticking to it.
In war invading armies would enter a home, find the Lady of the house seated alone, facing away. They’d find she’d achieved quick and certain death her legs tied together to preserve her dignity.
No one knew his true name, though he had given such darling ones to his kin, & some- how, just as he couldn't recall who was captain anymore, he forgot why he was crying– whether it was his lunch or an empty garden
I spend my time calculating the distance between my gender and my awaited funeral. When I took my first steps, my tribe circled around me like bees. They approached figuring out that I have thighs and breasts. They tucked me in the obedience pocket
Today my body is blanketed over me and i must imagine that the sun-god plastic hawk set on top of the light post by the freeway to scare away the thick clumps of pigeons is still standing there, enormous in its duty.
Another New Calligraphy presents the 11th issue of Impossible Task, featuring: Beatrice Timken, Amirah Al Wassif, Nicchio Teixeira​​, Sherry Okamura, Ronnie Hibbert, Nicola de Vera​​, Nadia Arioli, James Caton, Theo Bee, Kathleen Hellen, A. Riel Regan, and Harrison Watson. Please give yourself a quiet moment to enjoy Impossible Task today.
She's been here for years but yesterday, I heard she might have told me a lie. ​Every evening I visit her But would I count her as a friend? ​Little white circle on a palm Promises so much ​​She tumbles down in a waterfall tells me I'll be just fine
​My house died yesterday. The worst part, I was there— ​There when its face had crumpled. Warm, translucent blood, Spilling out at my feet; I stood & I witnessed it happen...
It is safe then for the elite to emerge ​And organize the efforts of the common Survivors in a meticulous reconstitution of the stratified colony. They have learned to wriggle into the lowest recesses Where no aardvark can reach
We went over water water and water. After two hours we could still see the shore. Her face was wet and red, maybe from crying, maybe from swimming. I couldn't be sure.
the table & its legs outside that house will dissolve in desire, into soggy fallen leaves retreating into the bareness of winter, like the way you cannot hide desire in math. one always needs another one.
I have finally taken you over me, arms raised in surrender, knowing forever you will cover me like this. Your will fastened onto mine, buttoned up to the neck where the fabric sinks like teeth or a kiss...
City and County of Denver trash cans Thursday morning line the alley driveways. City drivers barely miss me racing to work cross-walking. Counted five seconds after he off and blew past me: silver person signaled faster.
A pile of ash stood bedside holding some steel mesh after making parts for planes and cars all scrim of idea gone capitalism zoomed in our heads working ways into heaven today simple empty wastebaskets...
I don't recognize any of the food on the counter. My mother points at a table at the center of the room, tells me to wait. I recognize bread. An abstract idea of bread without air. Wheat without breath.
when i look at the apartment– ​the one where i decided i was ready to die– the one where i decided i was ready to live– ​i see only suburban paint and cracking cement; its neither grimacing haggard nor grinning palatial...
Holy fools who, in building a house, forget the windows and try to bring in sacks of light, who try to milk chickens. The candy the fool brings turns to excrement. They lock him up with the cows.
In their ongoing survival my students swaggered like immortals. 17-year-olds in the desks year after year. Chaperone at the fountain of youth, I believed them once.
Impossible Task features work by: Lucas Wildner, Alex Braslavsky, Amanda Nicole Corbin, Mieke Leenders, Boona Daroom, Caleb Milne, Enikő Deptuch Vághy, Uma Jagwani, Olivia Payne, Ken Poyner, Joshua Gessner, and Rose Hannaford