
Poem: Remembering the Town Librarian by Robert Tustin
“What happened to the head librarian?” I asked the new girl working in the stacks, Who told me the old…
“What happened to the head librarian?” I asked the new girl working in the stacks, Who told me the old…
In a world where the denial of basic human rights and dignity has become the norm, where news outlets and social networks are saturated with intentionally false information, and at a time of social chaos and human turmoil on a worldwide scale, to ignore those aspects and simply produce a “feel good” publication would be socially remiss and ethically irresponsible. Hope that fosters change does not come from denial, but from an accurate acceptance of things as they are and the ability to envision options and to work toward them for the benefit of all.
Wooden fragments are unearthed from the forest floor and translated through drawing, collage, painting, and sculptural installation. The displacement of…