Pyres of code in the writeable sky.
Occupy Wall Street and the ways of the wild.
The running dogs of digital culture.
Robinson Jeffers’ feral heroine is California.
It brings us at the sound of a whistle.
They make burrows in the ramparts.
Thirst, trampling, and other ordinances of nature.
He laid down on his back, as if supplicating for mercy…
Catwalk on the wild side.
Between the wild and the domesticated, a hunger that abides.
James D. Griffioen is a Detroit photographer, blogger, and father whose work chronicles the strangely ruinous renaissance taking place in his city. I first hit upon his work thanks to Twitter, where friends pointed me […]
Is Call of the Wild truly feral? Or merely fascist?
We are each of us a moveable piece of type, awaiting assembly in a meaningful form.
Sheltering in space with ALMA BAYA’s creators and enactors
Crows: Mostly, they give me the side-eye.