Le Plongeur
By Adèle Saint-Pierre Adèle Saint-Pierre is a Franco-American artist. Originally from Maine, she currently lives in Brooklyn, New York.
Bargain Possibilities
William Crawford William C. Crawford is a photographer based in Winston Salem, NC. He invented Forensic Foraging, a throwback, minimalist approach for modern digital photographers. His new book, CRAWDADDY CHASES … Continue Reading Bargain Possibilities
No Longer Used!
By William C. Crawford William C. Crawford is a photographer based in Winston Salem, NC. He invented Forensic Foraging, a throwback, minimalist approach for modern digital photographers. His new book, … Continue Reading No Longer Used!
Alice sifflant un air d’hiver
by: Adèle Saint-Pierre Adèle Saint-Pierre is a Franco-American artist. Originally from Maine, she currently lives in Brooklyn, New York.
le vent dans le dos
by: Adèle Saint-Pierre Adèle Saint-Pierre is a Franco-American artist. Originally from Maine, she currently lives in Brooklyn, New York.
Albertine et Mariette, les cousines dites irlandaises
by: Adèle Saint-Pierre Adèle Saint-Pierre is a Franco-American artist. Originally from Maine, she currently lives in Brooklyn, New York.
Sulfur Mattes
Photography by Grant Guy Grant Guy is a Winnipeg puppeteer, stage designer, playwright, writer and illustrator. He was the artistic director of ADHERE + DENY for sixteen years. Currently he … Continue Reading Sulfur Mattes
Photography
By Fabrice Poussin Almost Safe Duet Her Temple Loner Moving On Paradise It Said Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels … Continue Reading Photography
Rockwall Springs
by Jenn Powers About Contributor: Jenn Powers is a writer and visual artist from New England. Her most recent work is published or forthcoming in Hayden’s Ferry Review, Jabberwock Review, … Continue Reading Rockwall Springs
Untitled Photo
About Photographer: Jim Zola is a poet and photographer living in North Carolina.
Twain, Found In the Ruins
by Matthew Campbell
“My kind of loyalty was loyalty to one’s country, not to its institutions or its officeholders. The country is the real thing, the substantial thing, the eternal thing; it is the thing to watch over, and care for, and be loyal to; institutions are extraneous, they are its mere clothing, and clothing can wear out, become ragged, cease to be comfortable, cease to protect the body from winter, disease, and death.”
― Mark Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court
Bound for Crawford Station
Relax on a train traversing the scenic route through the mountains!