The Death Issue

Foreword to Issue #1

With this issue we are proud to launch Expanded Field, a biannual, online and open-access English-language journal for creative writing and image/text experimentation. Why Expanded Field? Following from art critic Rosalind Krauss’ 1979 article “Sculpture in the Expanded Field,” we want to draw attention to the tenuous manner in which various creative practices are set […]
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But Then Again

Quite a few people have already died. Former friends, teachers, colleagues, family members. But I never know how much it’s going to affect me. When I heard my primary school teacher had died, I was overcome by a grief more powerful than I had thought possible. My shoulders tensed, my throat tightened. And to think […]
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The Technique of Lost Material

What is lightest you cut out first, what is darkest remains till the end. All the other shades you gush out from light to dark, with gouges of different sizes. You have to know what story you’re telling from the beginning, but it always comes out differently from what you planned. Still, if you don’t […]
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Carnival of the Animals

My family disintegrated with Beethoven in the background. We had Mozart in the morning, but in the twilight we could hear it coming: through the thin walls – “piece of shit,” an intricate, terribly beautiful symphony bled through to me. The lock on my door was broken. So I built a wall but it couldn’t […]
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Census

256 Maple Lane is the thirty-seventh house on my list, and I swear, less than fifteen minutes ago, I didn’t think I was going to make it here. This neighborhood makes me feel like a Frankenstein doll mis-shelved in the Barbie dream world section. And although I know the phrase mental anguish isn’t necessarily a […]
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Next to the Waves

Great is the moon The ocean its loyal servant creating and destroying in the same wave They sink ships and promise freedom to those lost in the expanse I fell onto my bed this morning and realized there isn’t a grain of sand in my room Let’s ride our bikes off into the sunset and […]
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A Talk with Loek Schönbeck - Typographer, Sculptor, Crafter of Tombstones

“Confusion is my business.” When I arrive Schönbeck asks, “Do you mind if I keep on working—we can just talk over a bit? This is a very difficult mould.” He mixes plaster with water and fingers the sticky result over an ambiguous mass that’s already turned firm on the desk. Schönbeck has called atelierWG, a […]
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Blue Pyjamas

The day I found the sewing machine was the day after my mother’s funeral, and the last time I was alone in my childhood home. Entering through the front door, I had a hard time coming to grips with the fact that in a few months this place would no longer belong to my family. […]
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Customer Service

I   Good morning, Worcester Opticians. Amelia speaking, how may I help? An appointment? Of course, sir, which day would you prefer? Unfortunately, I can’t do Tuesday, would Wednesday be okay? I have one available at eleven. A little later? I can do twenty past two. Perfect. What name was it, sir? Willetts? Double L, […]
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Self-Portrait in a Digital Age

  art critic pick picks you picks a thought out of the blue in flux he discovered Yoko in place Barbara Kruger grace at the Guggenheim (’s)1981 exhibition of 19 emergent artists turn the page Frank as you are at liberty (’s)hands hold the void your thoughts a gaze all for you as time seeps […]
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Guest of Honor

The twenty-first-century church has always been a mystery to me. In a world where so many other phenomena – such as melting poles and heavily polluted areas with millions of people living in them – pose real threats to mankind, there is still a group of people who insist on turning to religion for answers. […]
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Man Falls in the Fast Lane

As of this Spring, the ice caps melt inside his glass in a fury of noes and yesses, the pleasure of petrichor usually killed by a necessary peppermint breeze. No one minds the aspirins sinking, accelerating with the days. He broke up his casualness, it’s more than a fling or a flight of fancy, loathing […]
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The Sedlec Ossuary

“The ability of bones to make present that which is absent increases the efficacy of bones to be symbols.” —Cara Krmpotich,The Substance of Bones “Whatever their lives, there is now only one story they share. Together they wait.” —Denise Inge, A Tour of Bones     Around 70 kilometres from Prague sits Kutna Hora. From […]
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169 Hours Left

  I   “Your mother only has one week to live.” This sentence came like a punch in the face. I looked over to my sister. She was looking at her feet, utterly defeated. I tried to reach out to her but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to, damn it.  We were 14 and 13 […]
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