With clouds, within seconds, you’re working from your memory of a thing that is as nebulous and beautiful and temperamental as memory itself. As confusing as memory, seen from within the mist, as perplexing seen from afar.
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.
The river smell becomes the rain smell, and the rain comes, as it always does, expected but surprising, changing everything.
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.
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.
Writer and nomad Isabelle Eberhardt traversed and explored the Maghreb with a critical eye. She not only condemned French colonialism, but also the established gender roles of her era.
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 lights flicker and I fall to the ground in the tolling darkness.
“Imaginary one-to-one conversations with these ghosts, so to speak, allow me to invest in the possibility that within this divided nation, we might, one day, understand and respect each other.” Beautiful photographs from Leah Frances
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