by The Editors | Nov 11, 2013
What did I want from her? I already know one half of life is to build, the other half for wind to dismantle. I know a person’s gait conveys the number of stones in their heart. I know history...
by The Editors | Nov 3, 2013
I visited him three times. The first visit we spoke about T. S. Eliot’s play The Cocktail Party and the character he reminded me of, a sort of spiritual psychiatrist: a no-nonsense male authority figure with T. S. Eliot’s world-weary deep rueful skeptical...
by The Editors | Oct 26, 2013
If to a hammer everything’s a nail, Then to a nail everything’s unfixed. To the unfixed the world is storybook, And to storybooks love is to be read. To be read is to be fixed, to be nailed, To be...
by The Editors | Oct 18, 2013
To hear her tell it, my mother was a housewife for decades in the 1950s—collecting blue glasses from boxes of laundry soap because life came piecemeal like that. Her husband’s greens slick with bacon fat like...
by The Editors | Oct 10, 2013
What we remember most was never real: there was never a white van but we feared it. Yes, he was shooting, but no van, and it wasn’t white, why did we say otherwise? You had to factor...
by The Editors | Oct 2, 2013
When I pick up my 90-year-old father-in-law to drive him to the early service at Galilee Church, where he has gone for the last quarter century, he hobbles...
