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The summer we were nineteen, we’d go walking in the evenings, two troubadours, you strummed our favorite songs, I pretended not to hear myself sing. We knew there was too much life out there to live, to stay inside. We went looking for it, prodding around a comatose town our hands came up empty every…

The day we married, the air was bathwater warm. We finished our vows in the first spitting seconds of a summer downpour. The kind of rain that bubbles over like laughter, guffaws of water the clouds could no longer contain. Unclasping my dress that night, beads of joy-tossed lavender clung to my moon washed skin,…

Lisa Lucking

One small boat pitched on the dark sea — One child cast up on the cold shore. Here is the fulcrum of our age: The bandit wind has stolen the music of breath. Now all roads west are chockablock with broken prams, carts laden with bundled dreams. So useless to write of this safe by…

Kyle Hemmings

Kyle Hemmings

Photographer Adam Isler is a New York City native. He first picked up a Kodak “Hawkeye” camera, purchased with $2 and box tops when he was seven, graduated to a Voigtländer Vito C purchased used for $30 when he was twelve and now seldom leaves home without a camera in hand. He posts three new…