by Elaine Fiedler
It was known as the MacKenzie touch—the portrait painter’s knack for capturing the perfect luminous moment of his subject’s life. I was lucky. I knew the great John MacKenzie. Continue reading
by Elaine Fiedler
It was known as the MacKenzie touch—the portrait painter’s knack for capturing the perfect luminous moment of his subject’s life. I was lucky. I knew the great John MacKenzie. Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
By Gene Twaronite
I stare impolitely,
captivated by the artist’s ensnaring
strokes that demand we enter
and drink in every detail— Continue reading
Filed under Poetry