
Hollow Men
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.

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.

By Elizabeth Christopher
Before social distancing, there was always something to do. Always a place to be… As our calendar cleared, I exhaled.

By Alanna Nelson | For nearly 130 years, the building that is now the Follow Your Art Community Studios was the church parsonage.
We created Palette to give voice to the variety of perspectives that make up the FYACS community.