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...
by The Editors | Sep 23, 2013
I stuffed your hair in my jacket pocket. Stroked its feathers and told stories about a dark snorting horse the birds watch and the flies heckle. I still get the knots inside when I stroke....
by The Editors | Sep 12, 2013
My girlfriend and I on bicycles in foggy dusk gratefully coasted downhill to Southampton docks to take the ferry to France. Week two of a three-month trip so we still photographed everything: us,...
