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“[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...
Taking Down the Confederacy in Richmond, Virginia: On Civil War monuments, graffiti art, and protest. Photos by John Moser. 

Taking Down the Confederacy in Richmond, Virginia: On Civil War monuments, graffiti art, and protest. Photos by John Moser. 

 The BLM movement is writ large on the Civil War monuments of the Confederacy’s former capital. And now some controversial statues are being removed. “We Just Want Justice,” protesters and graffiti at the base of the Robert E. Lee statue. Broad Street’s home is in Richmond, Virginia, where Jefferson Davis once presided over the rebel would-be nation...
"Love Will Win": The removal of Jefferson Davis's statue from Richmond, Virginia.

“Love Will Win”: The removal of Jefferson Davis’s statue from Richmond, Virginia.

Broad Street was founded and is still at home in Richmond, Virginia. The former capital of the Confederacy has been a hotbed of discussion about–and protests over–symbols such as the Confederate statues that march down the town’s grand Monument Avenue. We stand with Black Lives Matter and the peaceful protests at the monuments, which are creating...
“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...
“The Beach and the Bells,” an essay by Jenny Gillespie Mason.

“The Beach and the Bells,” an essay by Jenny Gillespie Mason.

Zoom healers, a beach trip, and a campanile with canned chimes. “I can’t help but feel I’ve done something wrong in bringing them, that I put my own sanity before others’ health.” I stayed up too late on Zoom for Wendy’s fiftieth birthday dance party. I don’t remember the last time I danced like this with other...