Palette

By Tug Yourgrau

A few weeks after the election of Nelson Mandela, in early June,1994, filmmaker Joel Olicker and I flew to South Africa to make a documentary about the newly democratic nation… Just the two of us, no extra lights, no assistants….

By Joanna Rosenberg | Poetry

It took a pandemic to see it.

By Elizabeth Christopher

In his debut memoir, Once More to the Rodeo, Calvin Hennick grapples with his uncertainty as a father both as a white man raising a bi-racial son and as a son wounded by his caregivers. The book won the Pushcart’s 2019 Editors’ Book Award and was published in December 2019 by The Pushcart Press.

By Lynn Sheridan, Joanna Rosenberg, Catherine Gombeski, and Christina Goodwin

Four scenes that set a character on a mission, create tension, and introduce an element of surprise.

By Elizabeth Christopher

Linda Malcolm’s book Cornfields to Codfish celebrates life in the Midwest and New England through more than 50 short personal essays and 18 recipes.

By Elizabeth Christopher

In part 1 of this series of conversations with three local authors about publishing their debut books Sara B. Fraser shares what it was like to publish her novel, Long Division, with small press Black Rose Writing.

By Tamara Kenney

Seamstress Tamara Kenney focuses on bridal alterations and redesign, as well as prom dresses. In September 2019, Tammy finally found a studio of her own for her burgeoning business, but by March 2020 the pandemic struck, cancelling many of her customers’ weddings and proms.

By Jane Roper

Four people sit at an outdoor table laden with food and drink at some sort of party or gathering… There was nothing written on the back of the photo to identify the setting or the people, only a date: 1959.

By Erika Lally

I want to start visual dialogues with others… The longer you look and engage, the more you will see.

By Kerry Pegoraro

White line printmaking solves all the problems I had with printmaking… I always wanted to incorporate color – lots and lots of color.

By Brad Wall | Fiction

The grass grew and the higher strands burned slightly with the growing strength of the sun… None of those men will be back.

I like the place where boundaries are set, to challenge myself to stretch those boundaries to just about their breaking point.