Bitter pills for the shit I see. Language, material, Damaged good(s). ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Edward Stapel teaches things about photography and media to those who will listen. He tends to daydream about skateboarding, often. Edward lives in Haverhill, Massachusetts, with his wife, his son, two cats, many cameras, and skateboards. For more information please visit edwardstapel.com. This … Continue reading
My Father’s Library The rainstorm that drowned the chickens drove me into the shuttered library, a world cast in gray & dust; at the edge of my vision, a line of dead mice. The storm was before my birthday, when my father & I would go to the bosom of our land, that space between … Continue reading
William Giraldi has been on our radar since we discovered the excellent essays he’s written for The Believer and others. When Busy Monsters (W.W. Norton) dropped late last summer, we swooned. The novel is smart, funny, and, quite frankly, one of the best books we read last year. We were lucky enough to track Giraldi … Continue reading
While we are gearing up for our official launch on Monday, February 27, you can find out more about us, and submit some work for us to consider. We’ll see you at AWP, Table E18. We’re sharing with our friends at OVS Magazine.