horses

Marching Orders

  The drums began to crescendo, War horses and infantry prepare; A performance all to common in history. Footsteps echo through corridors, Marching to the drumbeat’s cacophony. Left, left, left-right-left…

Rebecca Partington

A Place That Mattered

The place where my son died had horses. Only because when a dying boy asks you for a horse, you find more than one. You make your way away from…

Clearing and Cleaning

Through time, and with use, objects become imbued with memories. To tidy them away is to erase the past. Over the past few months, artist John Carroll has been making…

The Island

I. He covers my eyes with a blindfold of elderberries and makes me promise not to peek. He thrusts a lead in my hand and, with a clicking noise out…