I've been obsessed with doppelgängers, alter egos, liminal experiences, otherness. Giga Agladze's The Other Me embodies it all

Liam remembered the very first time that his Máthair Chríona sang the lullaby for him when he was a child, and an old ache squeezed his gut.

Liam stared at Brook—their shape was blurred by his teary eyes. Amber light filtered through the treetops of Sequoias and Redwoods.

A holistic look into author Bill Clegg’s literary works as interconnected ecosystems evincing his solid signature and sophisticated style.

After my first abortion at eighteen, I fretted as to whether I'd be able to bear a child. So, I consulted a palm reader. She said, "Seven."

Today, I find inspiration in the shape of a scar. I imagine that polka dots of blood can be read like musical notes spilling sounds.

Gale warning forecast by Mr. Jaco Pastorius--he is whirlpooling his rapid tornado, ripping the frets into splits and chunks of music.

She wore pink stilettos. Her steps towards the stage were sensual, following the cry of mating, the howling of Beck’s guitar.