Mariette Papic

I walked up the stairs this morning, eating a toasted everything bagel. I sat down by the Eastern barricades. Immediately, I was offered money. “Hey, we’ve got free money in a box.” I smiled, said no thanks and then we, the guy and the serene girl to his right, we began to talk. In this [...]

It’s the sound that drew me in. While armies of police, both corporate and public stood amongst lights. And alongside them, their colleagues, the people. There was a sense that the story was not over, but boy the park was a different scene. First there was the death of eviction. Then came the flame of [...]

In this moment where you’re sipping your cup of whatever that pleases you, someone somewhere is struggling against the very things you hold most dear. With sympathetic eyes you stare at the screen and you listen to a music track from a disappeared way of life, making silent lip service to themes like love. This [...]

Resurrection is in the web. It’s in the details. It’s in the viral space between poetry and the living complexity that extends in and out of each blip, of each moment, even in our routine. Even in challenge to our personal business-as-usual. Conversations extend from relating the routine. Conversations once began, can and will exist [...]