by Claire Polders | Jul 5, 2016
“Don’t you think it a strange coincidence, he says, that every man who’s skull’s been opened had a brain?” – Rosmarie Waldrop, Reluctant Gravities Michel was an old and charming man as only an old and charming painter in a Parisian...
by Michael Milburn | Apr 19, 2016
I call it the Yeats effect, and sometimes the Chekhov effect or the Elizabeth Bishop or Philip Larkin or Alice Munro effect. To me it represents a standard of literary quality that is widely, even universally, agreed upon. One hears Dickens faulted for his...
by David Raney | Apr 12, 2016
What I want is the income that really comes in of itself, while all you have to do is just to blossom and exist and sit on chairs. – Robert Louis Stevenson, letter to Henry James My friend...
by George Choundas | Apr 5, 2016
Days that are sunny but cold. Because no one likes being lied to. Curtis Mayfield. Because if one more person tells me they adore Curtis Mayfield, I swear to God. Other people named George in the same room as me. Because the neck seems like something...
by Philip Brady | Mar 28, 2016
Kirk Nesset has no face. It’s not just that his page is erased; he has lost face in every way imaginable. He has resigned tenure. His passport is suspended. His computer is monitored. He will probably lose his dog—a mini-pomeranian he cradles in a sling. He may go to...
by Jacob M. Appel | Feb 20, 2016
* I am indebted to Leonard Michaels and his short story, “In the Fifties,” to which this essay is intended as a response. In the eighties I failed to learn fractions. I was frequently lonely. I stood in right field and wore a baseball glove on my head. I lived in a...
