Eduardo knew what was coming when he entered Rosario’s room and saw her leaning heavily on her brass-handled, wooden cane and staring out of the window.
Debra Marquart
“The fuck?” I wake up facing a wall of my dormitory room. A moving light casts a nearby shadow. Half awake, I grope for my glasses
Paraguay was an expanse of flatness except for one region, the Cordillera, where modest green lumps punctured the Paraná basin. My friend Aparicio was born in
Land of Enchantment Four years have now passed—incidentally, the same amount of time it takes for light from Alpha Centauri, the nearest known star to the
There was a path beside the ocean. She used to go for walks along it—sometimes with Jack, the family dog. The path wound along a bluff.
See them rocks up the river there, right where it curves? That’s the kinda place where you might find a nice trout pool. But you notice
Artist Statement My artwork reflects an interest in the role that literature and environmental text have in shaping human perception of the world. From an early
Artist Statement “I believe that there are possible worlds other than the one we happen to inhabit” David Lewis, 1973 Every work of art is the
Artist Statement Though I spent my childhood in Iowa, I did not grow up in a farming family - or with any relation to agriculture besides
Green green green green green green grass. The chemicals have worked. Your house—four bedrooms in eggshell and burnt sienna immaculate as a virgin birth—is finished. Now