by Erin Ruble | Oct 9, 2018
I. In the black water it is hard to see the body, one more shape floating amid chunks of ice. The railroad trestle looms ahead, the lights of town casting a faint latticework shadow on the water’s surface. There is no moon. The current quickens a little when it...
by Maria Terrone | Sep 28, 2018
My cousin’s eyes are blazing as he turns to me and Bill. “Those two guys are going to kill us in our tents tonight,” he says. My first camping experience. We’re in Vermont over a Columbus Day weekend on the land of our absent friend Vinny. I’m keeping my husband...
by Anne-Marie Thompson | Aug 31, 2018
I arrived early at the Church of St. Mary at Westminster College to get my music together and try the piano. It was late April in Fulton, Missouri, cold and damp, and the morning haze set the church in a sort of numinous relief against the pervading Midwestern gray....
by Laura Williams McCaffrey | Aug 21, 2018
This is the drill. You turn off the lights. You shut and lock the doors. If there are windows, you herd your students to a corner where they can’t be seen from the windows. You tell them it’s important they stay still. You tell them it’s important they stay...
by Erica Cardwell | May 26, 2018
I could die of difference, or I could live myriad selves. Audre Lorde The enormous collage, Jheri Now, Curl Later, by L.A. artist Mark Bradford has been a part of the Brooklyn Museum’s permanent collection for over fifteen years. My love affair and subsequent...
by Ray Marsocci | May 18, 2018
I found an F. I was walking with this kid at my job, when I stepped on an F. The world can get funny sometimes. Ha ha. Ha. I found an F. I was at my job, with this kid, a boy, when I stepped on it: a cube, bevel-edged small; a bead: F. Like a lion thing, a thorn....
