Vol. 1, Issue 2
“And that is how I’ve survived: / how the hole / I carefully tended / in the garden / of my heart / grew a heart / to fill it.”
“Desire,” Alice Walker
“Nevermore” & “The Bar Is a Church” | Poetry
Nevermore (on Autumn) The deep, forested scent Of Autumn with her rich eyes – Pits of red dirt freshly dampened By an evening rain – Fills the room like the dancing smoke Of incense whisping in a rain-touched breeze Quiet like mist Transforming to frost...
Refuge in Ruins | Photography
For a man’s home is his castle, and each man’s home is the safest refuge. Sir Edward Coke These photos were taken throughout Metro Atlanta from 2012-2013 portraying the devastating effect the Great Recession had on family life in America. A flood of...Follow Us
