Video: Paloma
. “To be cultured is to be free.” — José Martí In this lyrical film directed by Giovanni P. Autran, a series of intimate vignettes are woven together by the memories … Continue reading
Video: Weather Words
“Words act as compass,” Robert Macfarlane suggests, “place speech serves literally to enchant the land; to sing it back into being and to sing one’s being back into it.”
Zoltán Böszörmény: The Wind
(A szél) Asks me if I lied, then bored, pushes me aside, a lonesome moon lights up the sky. I watch it motionless, it wounds me, I confess, it melts … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Only the hard things remain
Only the hard things remain. That bucket with the bottom rusted out won’t do. That old horse will – see how he still runs toward the barn when he hears … Continue reading
Elizabeth Romero: To You, Martin
. When I saw you on film tonight I remembered the dream I had when I was mourning you You were rolling A bolt of cloth at an altar Thump … Continue reading
Chard DeNiord: In my Unknowing
Oh taste and see. –Psalm 34, 8 . I was driving through the fields of Heaven when I realized I was still on Earth, because Earth was all I had … Continue reading
Lauren Camp: Exposure
After Ansel Adams’ “Moonrise Over Hernandez, New Mexico 1941″
Video: How do you raise a black child? A poem by Cortney Lamar Charleston
A poem by Cortney Lamar Charleston — presented as a film directed by Seyi Peter Thomas of Station Film. HOW DO YOU RAISE A BLACK CHILD? From the dead. With pallbearers … Continue reading
Peter Schireson: Cauliflower Soup
I try and get it right, how she loves the cauliflower soup in that little Italian place uptown with dark red walls and the grumpy old maitre d’ with … Continue reading
Claude McKay: If We Must Die
If we must die, let it not be like hogsHunted and penned in an inglorious spot,While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,Making their mock at our accursèd lot.If … Continue reading
Robert Okaji: Scarecrow Sees
Da Vinci maintained that sight relies on the eye’s central line, yet the threads holding my ocular buttons in place weave through four holes and terminate in a knot. My … Continue reading
Susan Sonde: The Passengers Take Their Seats and Look Forward to the Ride
Because the trip was no less important than the getting there. Because the building-up was marred by the tearing-down. Each in its own way calls for commitment. In an age … Continue reading
Walter Bargen: Double-Yoked
Rain dissolves the bedroom windows. Glass puddles and glistens over the deck. Sirens and a storm arrive. Every house in south county stricken. Dawn smeared across the horizon, through the … Continue reading
Judith A. Brice: Before the Terns
It’s always the waves I hear, the lapping of the lake at Walloon— perhaps the first sound my young memory held, before the kingfishers’, the terns’ bolting splash to grab … Continue reading
