by Jen George
APR 2019 | Dance
The Vertigo dancers execute movement like a well-organized mission, with confidence and commitment. As one soloist stumbles down the stage's diagonal, her colleagues plait her hair, swooping under and over each other to manipulate their taut sections of the braid.
by Pascale Kramer
JUNE 2017 | Fiction
The retention ponds had just been crossed. The train was now moving over the final patches of tilled earth, raked with copper beneath the low autumn sun. Soon the forest would appear, the tunnels, and the rush of crowded trains along the viaduct, with the seemingly endless expanse of the distant city before it.