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Desperate times, new measures: Broad Street's 2020 Blog.

Desperate times, new measures: Broad Street’s 2020 Blog.

  We feel the need to do something. We make masks, we donate money, we protest and demonstrate … and still our spirits yearn for more. Solidarity and fellow-feeling, the companionship of … what we have, which is a computer screen, where most of us are glued all day and night. But there are people...
“[sanctuary],” a poem by Frederick Ramey.

“[sanctuary],” a poem by Frederick Ramey.

On the church shootings in Texas, in a world where “normal” has been left behind. “It all seems so natural now we’ve gone straight through eloquence …” [sanctuary] There my hand was / veined purple / the skin like sand under clear water / spotted some / grey haired and twice ringed like my father’s / once...
“I don’t know what to do about it,” an essay by Laura Bernstein-Machlay.

“I don’t know what to do about it,” an essay by Laura Bernstein-Machlay.

On passing time in Detroit. “I’m so sorry, I whisper to the silence all around.” Monet, The artist’s garden at Giverny, 1900. This feature is available, in slightly different format, on Medium, here. Where I live, COVID-19 has landed like a tornado. It staggers and sways through Detroit and beyond, so everyone deemed nonessential stays under cover when...
“Time Slowing Down,” an essay by Karen Sullivan.

“Time Slowing Down,” an essay by Karen Sullivan.

“Civilized time has always felt bottled, and now it’s not.” Once, deep in an Alaskan winter in the abyss of a post-divorce-induced depression, I spent an entire Saturday sitting in the living room of my rented postwar cottage, rocking absentmindedly in a creaky chair, dog in my lap, staring through small frosted windowpanes at feathers of...
“Quarantine Dreams and Jacob’s Ladder”: from the studio of Amie Oliver.

“Quarantine Dreams and Jacob’s Ladder”: from the studio of Amie Oliver.

Painting her way through a pandemic. April 14, 2020 I am more grateful than ever to have the time and space in which to escape the current situation. The Art Lab in Richmond, Virginia, is the best medicine for me. Everything is as I leave it there. A continuum exists in that space where I can...