Photo: Kate Thompson of tattoo artist Amy Black
Sonya Clark
Into: Richmond
The river city
Our second volume is devoted to Richmond, Virginia, a place with a charged history and a fast-changing present. Grit and charm abound—think Civil War monuments and 1800s row houses, but also street art, tattoos, and avant-garde cuisine. The James River cuts through it all, stitched together by bridges. Maybe that’s the best way to describe this city: a bridge between past and future, transformation roiling just below.
Contributors
The city records its sins in leftover road salt and the slow decay of brick; disguises them in roundabouts and cobblestone and progress, balls them in its fist and hurls them riverward.
—Joanna S. Lee
“As Sirens Sing Us to Sleep,” Into: Richmond
Andrea Donnelly
Richard Roth
Noah Scalin
Marleigh Culver
Sometimes a loner will pass the back fences, returning from a late shift or a drunken night. Once, a woman in a silver dress carrying her heels in her left hand stopped at the side street. I watched her bend down and scratch her leg and when she rose up, she saw me and lifted her shoes in the air and I waved to her and she walked on.
—Patrick Dacey
“Mornings in the Fan,” Into: Richmond
