Vol. 1 / Issue 1
Une revue littéraire et culturelle bilingue
Vol. 2 / Issue 2
“I’ve been around iron all my life ever since I was a kid. I was born and raised in iron ore country — where you could breathe it and smell it every day.”
From gates to rail cars.
American embassy, Mozambique
"Rail Car" by Bob Dylan, Château La Coste.
Bob Dylan Center, Tulsa, Okla.
Halcyon Gallery, New Bond Street, London
“Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed, but at the same time they allow the seasons and breezes to enter and flow. They can shut you out or shut you in. And in some ways, there is no difference.”
"Far between my finished sundown and midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorways, thunder went crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashin'"