The lights flicker and I fall to the ground in the tolling darkness.
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
“Why are you acting like such a fool?”
I nod my head and don’t answer.
I could say something, but why?
Do you want to know what’s in my heart?
From the beginning of time: just this! just this!
June ramblings. It’s the Magpies’ Manifesto!
Some thoughts on a strange and beautiful word.
“Folklore rules the mythical landscape of Mike Ejeagha’s music; his lyrical calibrations are more about the prosody of folksongs and folktales; his language of the music is Igbo, and the purpose is didactic,” Brilliant essay about Mike Ejeagha by Chimezie Chika.
Listen to this neo-noir short story that features the Iowa State Police, a displaced bounty hunter, a broken farmer, and his local cop acquaintance caught in a Mexican stand-off in a gasoline-soaked corn field.