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.
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.
“For the most part the armies marched through the valley, so that they might do battle elsewhere, but some, like the soldiers of the crocked cross and the soldiers of the blood red banner, had stayed and fought and died, and in so doing they watered the rich, rocky soil with their blood, and their sacrifice gave nourishment to the legends of the nationalist and internationalist alike.”
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.
“The boys were never apart, from the earliest they were inseparable. They slept in the same bed, ate from the same plate, fought the same fights.”
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.
“Wait,” he would tell us. “You’ll have to wait.”
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.
They’re not meant to last very long, these votives, these penny candles.
A beautiful and thought-provoking essay on the films of Zora Neale Hurston, by Autumn Womack.
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.