The Direful Monster BY Micah Giddens Pentax Spotmatic // Pentax Super Takumar 55mm F/1.8 // Kodak Portra 400 SAC TOWN HAUNTING Pentax Spotmatic // Pentax Super Takumar 50mm F/1.4 // Dracula 64 CHICAGO TEETH Pentax Spotmatic // Helios 44m-4 58MM f/2 // Kodak Portra 400 DANIELLE IN A SNOW GLOBE MICAH GIDDENS grew up in
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X the Heart BY Alex Henderson NIKON FM // NIKON NIKKOR 50mm f/1.8 // Washi F // Sunpak 444 D Thyristor flash NIKON FM // NIKON NIKKOR 28mm f/2 // Washi F // Canon Speedlite 430EX flash NIKON FM // NIKON NIKKOR 28mm f/2 // Washi F // Sunpak 444 D Thyristor flash ALEX HENDERSON
URBAN SOLACE BY NICK ROTONDA Pentax lx // Pentax HD 50mm f/1.4 FA // Ilford hp5 BOSTON OYSTER HOUSE Pentax lx // Pentax SMC 50mm f/1.2 K // Kodak Portra 800 FIRST MOMENTS OF WINTER Pentax Lx // Pentax HD 50mm f/1.4 FA // Ilford HP5 LOST AND FOUND NICK ROTONDA is a Pennsylvania based
When Greg ran electrical wire through the walls he never imagined the despondency a place could come to know. A paltry collection plate. Purple stains blearing the cement floors. The worshippers–a meager constituency– casting the ballots of their prayers. How the halls once rang with the hard freight of their voices. A trip to Africa,
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A Pair “Might be hard to fit those things on your feet when you’re dead. You better just wear them all the time so they don’t have to put them back on you when your feet swell up.” [laughter] “Katie will just grease up my feet and slide them on.” “Hey Katie, he wants
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With A Garland Forlorn rest within something so sweet and so clear take what is tender and healing bind it with a garland forlorn a pity that you used to long for the ones who came before you to have before you longed for them not to be there at all what has come now
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The night the power went out, no one in the neighborhood noticed at first except Ji-ho, because he’d been watching a livestream of a man tattooing his own forehead in real time. When the screen blinked off, he just sat there for a second, blinking too, the dark folding in around him like it had
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When the sapling is born it is unable to utter any words. They have no voice, but they do have the ability to listen. Minute by minute, day by day they hear and try to replicate the song. The song that was heard since they were born, the song that was sung since the beginning
after Film Noir 101: The 101 Best Film Noir Posters from the 1940s – 1950s, Mark Fertig (Fantagraphics, 2014) #98 Somewhere in the Night The hand to the gate, steel; the lips to the mouth, red; the coat to the dress, red; the hat to the head, black; the gun to the hand and the
June 21, 2025 The Daylight Collection Featuring TARYN KEARNS, Photographer & ELLE HART, Author iphone “WHEN IN BK” // LOMO SMENA // FUJI SUPERIA 400 Airgrasper I held fungus in my lungs so long the humongous fool who stood before me had to gasp. The fool who gasps loses his grasp on that which he
