Slippery Elm Trail, After Winter Rain the black swamp pools up as if it were spring— geese break the rocks open with their staff-like legs the
Debra Marquart
The cows, tonight, are lowing. Beneath the fire-orange sky, they're calling and howling, speaking of food or lack of food, of babies or lack of babies,
Mimi, 1929- she still says: if you ain’t sure it’s edible feed it to the dog first she pickles wild garlic and onion foraged mustard seed
Philadelphia Tasting Menu The subway is made of slime dripping Septa sweat Trolley Routes Suburban Station and Regional Rail Lines Route 30 Race
Gas Station Gator Head Gators farmed to buyer’s specific size (watch band small hides, tight pattern couch makers want seat covers). People eat the
The first time my students kill a chicken they are not good at it. I show them how to still the wings in their hands, to
Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers. ~ W.G. Sebald
Golden silk orb-weaver: it doesn’t matter how, in one night, you’ve dazzled the atlas of atlases, city of cities, across my front door. Tell me: why
Artist Statement "I think everyone has a good story to tell. I try to make these stories to be true". Mario Sánchez Nevado (Barcelona, 1985) is a
Artist Statement The spaces I photograph are in flux, with elements of either construction or decay. New structures replace natural landscapes while older man-made structures are
