“The room was small, dim and a desiccated yellow colour but the handshake and welcome were warm and clearly genuine. The man who once held the most powerful job in the world was dressed in casual shades of black and grey.”
“The room was small, dim and a desiccated yellow colour but the handshake and welcome were warm and clearly genuine. The man who once held the most powerful job in the world was dressed in casual shades of black and grey.”
“Art has a way of saving lives. Whether you’re creating it as a means to expel a difficulty or inhaling it as a way to survive one, it fills in those internal spaces that reason just can’t reach.”
Some poems and paintings from Rye Tippett.
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.
April foolish ramblings.
Some philosophy, photography, and a Mix Tape from poet and photographer Michele Farinelli.
“It’s all geared towards anthropological tourism in Africa—an undertaking that began more than three centuries ago. It is instructive that none of those early European fascination with a stock vision of Africa has changed.”
In Depression-era Appalachia, a tiny, feisty woman takes a stand for the vision of nature she believes in.
A poem by Gershwin Wanneburg.
“It’s easy for your art career to get derailed. The important thing is to get it back on track.”