The Weight of Indigo
We build walls to keep the world out, or perhaps to keep ourselves in. In the north, we use stone and timber, heavy things that hold the heat of a short summer against the long, encroaching frost. But there are places where the walls themselves…
A Top View of a Candle by Shahnaz ParvinThe Waxen Pulse
The smell of burnt wick is a sharp, metallic ghost that clings to the back of the throat long after the fire has been snuffed. It is the scent of a secret kept in the dark. I remember the feeling of cooling wax against my thumb—the way it…
Snowy Road by Alyssa Traub
This photograph was shot in Upstate New York. I wanted to show the beauty that this part of the state possesses, while at the same time express the solitude that encompasses the area when the snow starts to fall. Beauty can be so welcoming,…