by Alexandra Teague | 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 he liked them; all her winters down to cubes of ice in his...
by Craig Beaven | 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 it in, avoid places by the interstate within eyesight of a clump of trees. We had...
by Donald Platt | 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 out through the two automatic doors of the retirement home on his flimsy wood cane. He has lost weight so his...
by Sarah Levine | 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. The knots telling me about the parts of the body and how they can hurt. How...
by Jim Daniels | 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, waiting. Not married yet, so still we photographed everything. Us....
by David Lehman | Sep 3, 2013
Grand Central I thought of you today, Billy Collins, in the subway changing trains at the center of eight million poems turning and turning like a tourist bewildered under the clock inside the palace at the still point of an analog world in a...
