The river smell becomes the rain smell, and the rain comes, as it always does, expected but surprising, changing everything.
I am a filmmaker, illustrator, graphic designer and copy editor.
The river smell becomes the rain smell, and the rain comes, as it always does, expected but surprising, changing everything.
“Whatever had happened—the way the clouds moved, where the light shone, what was going through my head, that radiance—was another chapter in a story that began a half-century ago.”
A playlist of songs about putting your worries aside and moving forward, for anyone who might need a reminder that we’re all in it together.
A collection of all the articles we’ve published over the past month, for those who like to savor their Magpies’ tidings as an issue.
Ramblings for a new quarter-century.
“Nigerian poet Wendy Okeke uses the dark recent past of political failure, youth angst, and government violence against its own citizens as a point of entrance in poems that resonate with sensuality, self-affirmation, and a continuous search for freedom.”
She felt that somehow, in the wild night and storm, the still-ness that was underneath all sounds on the prairie had seized the cattle.
“The power of Minhwa lies ultimately in the fact that it participates in a universal code — a common denominator for all living human beings, a core of desires and beliefs that is tied to basic human activities … “
The military seized her photographs, quietly depositing them in the National Archives, where they remained mostly unseen and unpublished until 2006
“The art of Frank Capra is very, very simple: It’s the love of people. Add two simple ideals to this love of people: the freedom of each individual, and the equal importance of each individual, and you have the principle upon which I based all my films.”