By Michael Maiello
CORPUS CHRISTI, TEXAS -- Here we are, at the edge of humanity’s last gasp. I am writing from the beach, watching the sun rise over the Gulf of Mexico/America, enjoying the same “rosy-fingered dawn” that enchanted Greek storytellers like Homer.
Read MoreBy Valeriia Temkina
In my work I primarily deal with the themes of memory, locality, and "difficult heritage". The photos were taken on the shore of Lake Ladoga, where the Vuokhensalo lighthouse stands. But it is hidden in the fog. And when the fog cleared, I ran out of film.
Read MoreBy Harper Slusher
These images are from my project, Half-life, an analog photo series on the convergence of the manmade and nature in abandoned spaces.
Read MoreBy Roberta Cicinskaitė
Irpinia is not on most maps that matter to tourists. It sits inland, in the Campania region of southern Italy, tucked into the folds of the Apennine mountains, far from the Amalfi Coast, far from Naples, far from anywhere that appears on a postcard.
Read MoreBy Peter Novokreshchenov
Beacon Card No. 9730
Name: Khodovariha Beacon
Geographical coordinates: 68.93277°N, 53.76278°E
Read MoreBy Deborah Whitney
Short Stories is an ongoing collection of photographs that are stills in a fictional narrative by Deborah Whitney, a painter, printmaker, craftsperson, photographer, art handler, writer, mother and Maine woods resident.
Read MoreBy Thomas Siefert
“Sammie! You shout from the other side of the road. Where’s Da?”
Your sister shrugs.
“Where you goin’, Sammie?”
Read MoreBy Vincenzo Cohen
Vashlovani National Park, a cornerstone of Caucasian region natural heritage, offers a rich tapestry of biodiversity and natural sceneries. Located in the Kakheti region, eastern Georgia, it is a magnificent and unique ecosystem.
Read MoreBy Scot N. Moir
A fast moving river in northern climes. Early spring (perhaps March), banks frozen solid. A thin artery of dark, icy water snakes down the thawed centre, with ice flows of various size careering down the centre of that.
Read MoreBy Stephen Lee Naish
Post-apocalyptic narratives often take place deep into the future and depict an environment that is barren, resource deprived and ruled by monstrous warlords.
Read MoreBy Erin Dawkins
The appearance of the bite landed hard in the pit of Amy’s stomach, nearly pulling her through the bathroom tiles.
Read MoreBy Stacy Boone
In the end, I only had a flash of a second to see it from my window. It wasn’t the warring factions of political parties. Nor was it artificial intelligence and the illusion that humans were still thinking for themselves.
Read MoreBy Claire Cansick
The sea is, at the moment, my main subject; I utilise thin layers of oil, diluted with various mediums, to create undulating, sensuous movement on the surface, imitating the complex facets of waves, meditative, repetitive, yet never the same.
Read MoreBy Julian Dobson and Ella Hubbard
In Dante’s Inferno, Hell has four stinking rivers. Less well known are the two in Purgatorio: Lethe, for forgetting past wrongs, and Eunoe, a flow of restored and reordered memory before entering paradise.
Read MoreBy Charissa Egger
It rained 165 days the year we moved to Big Cougar Island. Though, at the right time of year, not a drop of rain is to be seen; at the right time of year, the island is only fair weather.
Read MoreBy Jenny Mitchell
I draw a line on a slightly downwards slope from the Meander River in the top right of my map to Mole Creek. This represents the cattle route surveyed in January 1827 for the Van Diemen’s Land Company by Joseph Fossey. Fossey’s track became the Mole Creek Road.
Read MoreBy Alice Kent
Out here in the edgeland, borderland, hinterland, whatever you choose to call it, I came to realise the problem: nobody could hear us scream.
Read MoreBy Helen Grant
I arrive in Manchester utterly unknowing. I have no job and my job applications have only received rejections, so no interviews are on the horizon either.
Read MoreBy Joe Pearson
At the exact moment the world is saved, Anya lights a candle; her mother lies dead on the table before her, storm rain still dripping from the body’s pale face.
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