Tired of silence, tired of rock, tired of orchestration, let me tune us in this evening to FM 91.1, The Point: “All y’all’s favorite home for the candid sounds of people sleeping.”
The scene was picturesque: In the summer of 2021, the second year of the Covid-19 pandemic, I found myself on the edge of a verdant cliff, where the forest hugged the sea. Here, in the Calanques, the clouds gliding across the sky appeared...
your hand swells my neck, pretty, you say i am, no matter how decimal-small. my eyelash flutters across your shoulder. gravity. you land on my chest skin—
In photojournalism, there are two kinds of pictures. One delivers the news with shocking precision: The image of a drowned Syrian child washed up on a beach in Turkey; the spectacular, eerie stillness of a protester about to be arrested in...