by Gustav W. Verderber | Sep 16, 2016
Now, I could see only violet flashes of heat lightning playing in the clouds over New Jersey. Other than the vespertine chorus of crickets and tree frogs chirping and trilling in the overgrown gardens that encroached the colonial-era, fieldstone house I was...
by Brett Ann Stanciu | Aug 28, 2016
When my daughter was three, in those young mothering years of just her and I, the vibrant autumn days when we walked along our Vermont dirt road, picking knotty apples from wild roadside trees, and out of sheer rural loneliness I wished for someone to stop and talk, I...
by Daniel Enjay Wong | Aug 13, 2016
11. Your mother dies. Your family members kneel around her bed in the living room, the hospice nurses in the background. You envision this scene as an oil painting by Poussin, Botticelli. Woman at Rest. People say that when a person expires, their spirit can be...
by Chris Arthur | Jul 29, 2016
When I was growing up in Ireland, magpies had an evil reputation. In contrast to our liking for robins, blackbirds, thrushes, and other common birds, magpies were reviled. They were considered rogues, condemned as the criminal element of the avian world. Accordingly,...
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...
