By Alexandra Baff 1835 I still don’t understand why we had to leave. Why would anyone want to leave the sunny, beautiful, majestic south of France? As we arrive in Algeria, into a city called Oran, I recall my tedious journey by boat. My mother and father constantly reassured me that this would be an … Continue reading Je Suis Un Pied Noir
Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan Grandfather Clock Between the savage crags we dug him up with hands of earth and malice a grandfather clock pulled from the ground like annihilating flowers, peering through the shards of his broken glass face to know what the time was when he stopped. Simone and Sartre She was from the … Continue reading Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Academy of the Heart And Mind 