Showing all posts in Category: Issue 14: Turipamwe
If Broken Glass Floated There is a shame that dances to sympathy and bathes in pity, it gets drunk on its own nudity.
A Sleeper Agent In Your Own Life Literatea, 11: Youssef Rakha.
Ties To The Land The sea, forests, and land are not passive backdrops but active participants in shaping the rhythm of existence.
Poisoned Pawn From where I stood, it looked like you were bleeding darkness.
Turipamwe Despite everything that strives to keep us from collective struggle, from common humanity, we say, today, and always: “Turipamwe”—we are together.
South African Queen: A Nature Drama I think that is my goal—to be as true as nature.
I’ll Tell You Why I Was Late For Church Yesterday Acoustic Pasts, Echoed Futures: Auralgraph from Gobabis, 1965.
