An essay about the shoes we see left in the sand on beaches.
A series of poems about a ghost biker riding across America.
A poem of beat and rhythm recounting a woman’s journey.
We were in some pretty bad tide rips listing from side to side and my captain was taking a leak over the port gunwale when I heard him shout, “Mark Twain!” And then the sea grew calm and a mischievous cloud cover turned the volcanoes pink. I lost my life there, left it in the […]
Artist interview with an inspirational leather artisan + shoemaker from Vila do Conde, Portugal.
A poem about how it feels to become a digital nomad.