“Don’t make her witty, which would be a mistake. She is nothing but flesh, but flesh in all of its beauty. And, I repeat, a good-natured girl.”
Flesh in all of its beauty: Zola’s Nana and Saint Phalle’s Nanas
Lauren Barnett’s Dream Polly Pockets
Polly Pockets that Lauren Barnett would buy as an adult.
Potawatomi Berry Rice from Indigikitchen
Potawatomi Berry Rice from Indigikitchen
In Search of a Smile
I was in the partial state of not knowing if I was awake or still dreaming; it had been another fitful uncomfortable night, mostly involving a donkey braying and the snores and […]
Letter From the Editor November, 2023: Crickets
A cricket sings in my brambling dying herbs every autumn, tangled with the unruly thyme and the ever-flowering chives. I’ve never seen it but I look forward to its return every year […]
We Shall Joyfully Tell Each Other Everything That has Happened
Some thoughts on Camus’ Myth of Sisyphus and Dostoyevsky’s Alyosha
Featured Artist: Brian O’Leary
There is a tactile vibrance to the plein air paintings of Brian O’Leary: You can feel the layers of light and leaves and rock and water. You can feel the shadows moving, […]
I Hate to See the Evening Sun go Down
Memphis Minnie tells us that she hates to see the evening sun go down, and I feel that, too. Dusk always makes me feel a little melancholy, particularly this time of year […]
The Eye of the Needle
The microminiatures of Hagp Sandaldijian, from The Museum of Jurassic Theology
Crow and Cricket: Two Autumn Poems from Matsuo Basho
Some thoughts on two autumn poems from Matsuo Basho
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