There are no horses in Band of Horses as far as I can see. There are two earnest and bearded young men in woolen pullovers. They like pictures of spindly-armed trees and barren landscapes. They like loud guitars and pretty haunting vocals. They are exactly the kind of young men you’d expect to...

“The Garden of Love” I went to the Garden of Love And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green And the gates of the Chapel were shut, And Thou shalt not writ over the door; So I turn’d to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers...

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Readers, It’s been a big few weeks for BWC. We opened up a small office on Burnside Street, right across from the fabled Doug Fir Lounge. It’s been great to sit down in one place and focus completely on our projects. Our office is located in the same building as the offices that our church,...

Delinquent. This is the term the criminal justice system applies to Justin*, the seventeen year old who lives with my husband and I. When a custodian emerged from a downtown building swinging a broom at him, our young charge swung his skateboard back. The board connected one time before Justin fled–but...