Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. –John Muir Three miles up the canyon, I see a bear. We’re standing on a small cliff overlooking McGee Creek. Like many Sierra Nevada streams, McGee is lush: willows, wild rose, wildflowers, and quaking aspen, their bark white as milk. “See if you can see a Yellow […]
* Mary Camille Beckman *
The obituary form is form par excellence. It’s formula—a formula that prefigures its content. Like air inside a balloon, the content of my grandmother’s life—names, dates, places, accomplishments—took the shape of its container.
* Jeremy Allan Hawkins *
In recent times, La Petite France has become one of the most heavily frequented tourist areas in Strasbourg, known for its unrivaled quaintness. The history of the neighborhood is, however, more colorful than any Christmas display, and many thousand times more sordid. One of the first facts a newcomer learns here is about the origins of its name. Apparently it was inspired by a hospice built in the fifteenth century to house soldiers with syphilis, known at the time as the “French disease,”
* Zoe Tuck *
To say that a literature has emerged is a useful fiction; a shorthand for a host of possibilities, which span many verb tenses and possible relations to existence…we need to be able to exist and thrive as people, in order for our literatures to fully come into their own.
* Elizabeth Schmuhl *
In June I traveled to Atlanta to partake in GloATL’s Process. GloATL is a contemporary dance platform that makes collaborative, multimedia works of movement. The experience reshaped my ideas about art making and as well as how I want to live my own life: awake.