Photographer Ololade Koleosho believes that the lives of single mothers dwells somewhere on the “delicate balance between struggle and celebration.”
Photographer Ololade Koleosho believes that the lives of single mothers dwells somewhere on the “delicate balance between struggle and celebration.”
Historians of American art are engaged in a search for ways in which to speak meaningfully and broadly about contested traditions and about both the promises and limits of the country’s national iconography and history, to a nation fragmented along racial, ethnic, class, and religious lines.
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 … “