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“Red Sea” by Savannah Vold in Moss Beach, Directed by Armon Mahdavi
“A literary translator in San Francisco is unexpectedly visited by her niece, who she has not seen since a tragic family event. The two spend the weekend together in a small coastal town, where on hilly drives and misty beachside walks, in front of the fire, and over glasses of wine and plates of rigatoni, they discuss the power of literature and the perils of translation, share grief and regret, and find compassion and companionship.
Winner of the Audience Award at the 2023 Lower East Side Film Festival, Armon Mahdavi’s debut feature is an assured minimalist work wrapped in fog and patience, presented in mournful landscapes and intimate interiors, marked by sensitive performances, gentle rhythms and quiet intensity.” - Spectacle Theatre
Fiction
“Un Chose, Jean”
By Savannah Vold
“Merna didn’t understand that the piano was his couch, table, and pew at the alter of some divine and magical power.”
Golden Delicious
“I was eavesdropping, as I so often do”
The Open Window
“A window to jump into, not out of”
We’ll Be Back
“The DMV is the great equalizer—this I have decided with certainty”
Convenience Store Prophet
“It’s hard to understand a game without rules”
Collectible Item
“How can you be painfully young and woefully old at the same time?”
Birthday in the Canyon
“Being alive is watching joy and waiting till they sing for you…”
Personal Postcard
“When did we stop telling the truth?”
Enfleurage
“There is a particular olfactory genius to being alive.”
Un Chose, Jean
“Merna didn’t understand that the piano was his couch, table, and pew at the altar of some divine and magical power.”
Estate of Mind
“The fork, the vase, the hammer”
Diving Woman
“Fluid one, less frequently solid, what form did they ask of you today?”
I Ask You to Remind Me
“The sky is black and full of stars. I don’t remember what a sky full of stars looks like, so I ask you to remind me”
August.
“August has become this sort of scratchy, loose-necked sweater that I won’t take off because it looked good on me in January”
Things to Wish On
“My life is spent searching for things to wish on. I don’t care what it is. Or even what it looks like. It’s about what it feels like”
Working Towards Something
“Seeing someone with their eyes closed, however, feels like being let in on a secret they trust you enough to keep”
Red Sea
“He is a man of separation…”
Unfortunately, I’m an Optimist
“When determining whether you see the glass as half empty or half full, I encourage you to use anything but a glass- the answer leans half-empty, and you know it”
The Selected Works of Horse E. Poo
“Perhaps the first real mistake I ever made was forgetting about Horse E. Poo”
“Always be a poet, even in prose”
— Charles Baudelaire