Photography
Ashley Garmon
No Man's Land marks a threat and a promise Sand can sweep ashes as fast as the sun can scorch them But minds can still wander where bodies don't belong
Past Issues
An Opening Note From The Family At Preacher
To our friends and family,
It’s been a good long while since last we met here in these pages. Another perfectly normal
year. And that distance has certainly made our hearts grow fonder. And our appreciation for
all who would accept this, our humble offering, that much stronger. We’ve missed you.
We reckon the time is more than ripe to fill ourselves once again. To drink in all the goodness
our friends near and far have put on the boil and let simmer. To be baptized once again by the
mystery of the image and the glory of the word. A beer or two may help with this endeavor.
May you leave our brief moment together fit to bursting, or at least duly satisfied.
Gratefully yours,
The Family at Preacher
Visual Artist
Magda Sayeg
Towering tchotchkes all done up in doilies Either a graceful rebuke of ahardened world Or the handiwork of one gargantuan grandmother
Written Word
The General
Nana poked me hard in the ass with her cane again. "Get down there, Willy," she said as we arrived at the alley steps descending to the church basement.