by Angela Patten | Jun 30, 2013
When we were kids growing up in Ireland, my mother told us that she had once gone out with a fellow who was an artist. “Why didn’t you marry him, Mammy?” we asked her. “Then we’d all be artists.” My father, who was none too pleased, left the house in a huff. My mother...
by Joshua Wilkinson | Jun 22, 2013
Or: A Hollow Little Nimbus of Grime: How I Made Certain of My Poems The artist R. Crumb has talked about how he got a friend to drive him around Berkeley one day so that he could make sketches of telephone lines and electrical, industrial background-type stuff...
by Tracy Thomas | Jun 14, 2013
For me it’s about punching a hole through the crust of things to get to that whatever-it-is. Some writers whisper to it sweetly to coax it out, and there’s all the other ways in between. We’re connected to it way down, something we’ve met before. I think...
by Kay Cosgrove | May 31, 2013
Simone Weil wrote, “We are drawn toward a thing because we believe it is good. We end by being chained to it because it has become necessary.” As summer slowly opens her doors to the countless English graduate students across the country, those of us...
by Emilia Phillips | May 23, 2013
In the ninth grade, my school accused me of witchcraft. On a Saturday, I had a sleepover to which a friend brought a Ouija board. The new girl said she felt sick to her stomach and called her father to pick her up. By second period Monday morning, the intercom...
by Timothy Kenny | Mar 12, 2013
The following essay appears in our current issue (Winter 2012). Night runs deep and quiet in Eastern Connecticut. The first time my big-city sisters came to visit I switched off the car headlights at the foot of our driveway. Both women gasped sharply, their breath...
