A Look at Northwest Arkansas’ Marshallese Community
Photographs by Emma Schock
Fayetteville’s Fight for Cannabis
Photographs by John Mitchell Photographs by André Kissel
The Most Private Public Place
The fact of the matter is this: Never have you been closer to witnessing total strangers mid-orgasm than when you glance their way as they reach the paramount point of physical exertion.
Silencing the Monster Within
His chest tense with the sensation of hot iron running through it. Christopher had no idea if he would make it through the night. He experienced suicidal depression, anxiety that altered his memory and focus and vivid hallucinations from taunting voices in his head named Mr. Face, something he began to experience when he was 15, and Mr. Wax, at the end of his freshman year of college.
Jaded Conquest of Cannabis
In a house in Little Rock with a small group of fellow supporters, Ryan Denham, 34, sat in front of a TV for several hours. By 10:40 p.m., multiple news outlets had called it. He flipped from news channels to online media outlets to confirm it. KATV, KARK, marijuana.com––they all said the same thing. Issue 6 passed.
Let Your Children Grow Up to Be Farmers
Level with the tarped mound of earth, the son-and-mother team move as a fluid machine behind the Kubota tractor, delicately grasping one cluster of strawberry roots with one hand while nestling another into a freshly-made, perfectly-sized pocket in the soil. Two down. Fifteen thousand to go.
Not My Home Anymore
Chris doesn’t want to bury his grandmother next to his grandfather on Majuro next to the grave shrouded in brown, opaque tiles because, as the planet heats up, water levels rise, the islands shrink and graves are being uprooted—torn from the ground and often swallowed by the frothy Pacific Ocean. The beaches are disappearing.
The Advent of Full-Time Gamers
I realized that my childhood dreams were finally coming true—people could actually play video games for a living.
What No One Tells You About Trying To Do Good
But we were there as service learners, ready to not be those dastardly “voluntourists” who would travel all the way to the tip of the world to paint a house in a township only to have it get rained on that afternoon. I wanted my work to be meaningful and legitimately useful.
Silence is Not Consent
Many think that rapists are just the scary men in dark alleys, but they can be anyone and usually they’re someone you know. They can be your friend, the man or woman in your English class, the seemingly nice guy at the frat party. For me, it was the guy in my class who eventually became my boyfriend.
A Look at Northwest Arkansas’ Marshallese Community
Photographs by Emma Schock
Fayetteville’s Fight for Cannabis
Photographs by John Mitchell Photographs by André Kissel
The Most Private Public Place
The fact of the matter is this: Never have you been closer to witnessing total strangers mid-orgasm than when you glance their way as they reach the paramount point of physical exertion.
Silencing the Monster Within
His chest tense with the sensation of hot iron running through it. Christopher had no idea if he would make it through the night. He experienced suicidal depression, anxiety that altered his memory and focus and vivid hallucinations from taunting voices in his head named Mr. Face, something he began to experience when he was 15, and Mr. Wax, at the end of his freshman year of college.
Jaded Conquest of Cannabis
In a house in Little Rock with a small group of fellow supporters, Ryan Denham, 34, sat in front of a TV for several hours. By 10:40 p.m., multiple news outlets had called it. He flipped from news channels to online media outlets to confirm it. KATV, KARK, marijuana.com––they all said the same thing. Issue 6 passed.
Let Your Children Grow Up to Be Farmers
Level with the tarped mound of earth, the son-and-mother team move as a fluid machine behind the Kubota tractor, delicately grasping one cluster of strawberry roots with one hand while nestling another into a freshly-made, perfectly-sized pocket in the soil. Two down. Fifteen thousand to go.
Not My Home Anymore
Chris doesn’t want to bury his grandmother next to his grandfather on Majuro next to the grave shrouded in brown, opaque tiles because, as the planet heats up, water levels rise, the islands shrink and graves are being uprooted—torn from the ground and often swallowed by the frothy Pacific Ocean. The beaches are disappearing.
The Advent of Full-Time Gamers
I realized that my childhood dreams were finally coming true—people could actually play video games for a living.
What No One Tells You About Trying To Do Good
But we were there as service learners, ready to not be those dastardly “voluntourists” who would travel all the way to the tip of the world to paint a house in a township only to have it get rained on that afternoon. I wanted my work to be meaningful and legitimately useful.
Silence is Not Consent
Many think that rapists are just the scary men in dark alleys, but they can be anyone and usually they’re someone you know. They can be your friend, the man or woman in your English class, the seemingly nice guy at the frat party. For me, it was the guy in my class who eventually became my boyfriend.
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