Weekend Reading: "El Rosario Road:    The spell of ordinary spectacle." By Douglas Haynes.

Weekend Reading: “El Rosario Road: The spell of ordinary spectacle.” By Douglas Haynes.

“The river swells. A white goose waddles out from a farmyard to ride the rapids, then disembarks and does it again. In a head-to-toe navy slicker and tall rubber boots, an ice cream man pushes his cart through the whitecaps. His thumb rings a bell …”   El Rosario Road...
From Our Pages:  "Leaving the House," by Kat Meads.

From Our Pages: “Leaving the House,” by Kat Meads.

“Classifications matter. Memory, by nature, is rebellious…” … and so is Kat Meads’s narrator as she looks at the family house she and her brother are abandoning.  Read Kat’s Pushcart-nominated lyrical essay from our “Maps & Legends” issue here, with artwork by Masa Inoue, or enjoy the large-print version below....
Weekend Reading:  "Chastity Belt Included," a memoir by Ramsey Hootman

Weekend Reading: “Chastity Belt Included,” a memoir by Ramsey Hootman

BROAD STREET presents the amazing true tale of a young woman who guarded her virginity “for religious reasons,” only to find herself completely flummoxed on her wedding night.  It was not a matter of technique, nor of sympathy on her husband’s part … Mother Nature had already put a mysterious,...
Share This Poem:  "A Hypochondriac's Guide to the Body," by Marylen Grigas.

Share This Poem: “A Hypochondriac’s Guide to the Body,” by Marylen Grigas.

Never mind discussing what is and isn’t postmodern, let’s discuss postnasal ….   BROAD STREET presents another in Marylen Grigas’s series of poems about loss, love, illness, and putting it all together again–illustrated by Riley McAlpine-Barthold.  Click above to see the poem in a printer-friendly, larger-font version, or scroll down past the...
Truth Teller Spotlight: Gretchen Comba

Truth Teller Spotlight: Gretchen Comba

When I “get in,” I am seeing, hearing, and smelling the world along with the characters… And so I say again, in the hope that my doing so will make the process a little less disheartening for beginning writers: Keep going, for if you keep going, the “real” or “true”...
Weekend Reading:  "My Life in Pantyhose," from Writers on the Job.

Weekend Reading: “My Life in Pantyhose,” from Writers on the Job.

“I used to counsel young women never to do two things, or not to do them in conjunction: 1. learn to type; 2. buy pantyhose. …” Could we talk to you about pantyhose? Or rather–could our editorial director, Susann Cokal, talk about them?  Below, you’ll find the link to an essay...
Interview with Jeanette Winterson:  "It's Always Some Battle ..."

Interview with Jeanette Winterson: “It’s Always Some Battle …”

“I didn’t intend to write a memoir. I was on a personal search for my biological mother, which I hadn’t intended to do either. You know what it’s like, the big things in life you never plan: you micromanage everything, and then the big things come along, and you never...
Religion, Art, and Advertising ... with a Dash of Krause and Fenske

Religion, Art, and Advertising … with a Dash of Krause and Fenske

International sculptor Daniel M. Krause, interviewed in the “Hunt, Gather” issue of Broad Street, is known for many things–studying, deconstructing, and riffing on the famous Chinese warrior sculptures; major corporate commissions and gallery exhibitions; carrying the Olympic torch en route to Beijing; and a series of impressive sculptures for the Scientology flagship...
July 4 and an American Childhood Abroad: Memoir by Gregory Osina Weatherford

July 4 and an American Childhood Abroad: Memoir by Gregory Osina Weatherford

A dispatch from our Department of Imagined Communities: Gregory Osina Weatherford, who grew up roving with parents employed by the State Department, reflects on the meaning held by July 4 while living in Afghanistan, Guinea, Brazil, and beyond. *   *   * I moved to Virginia almost 40 years ago....
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From Our Pages: "An Affair of Youth" ... In search of flappers, belles, and the first grave of the Fitzgeralds, by Bryant Mangum. With rare photograph of the gravesite.

From Our Pages: “An Affair of Youth” … In search of flappers, belles, and the first grave of the Fitzgeralds, by Bryant Mangum. With rare photograph of the gravesite.

Finally Rick struck a match by a gravestone and yelled, “They’re here!” Jim and I converged on the modest, waist-high headstone, streaked dark with tree sap or mold, that Rick was kneeling beside. In his matchlight the inscription was clear: “Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald . . . His Wife . . . Zelda Sayre.” Things went glimmering, and each of us,...

“10 Things You Probably Didn’t Know about F. Scott Fitzgerald,” by David S. Brown, from PublishersWeekly.com

Intriguing facts about the great author revealed in David S. Brown’s new book on FSF … Everyone knows F. Scott Fitzgerald. He is variously remembered as the “Great American Dreamer,” the author of The Great Gatsby, and the man who coined the phrase “Jazz Age.” Fitzgerald was a literary celebrity in that dubious industry’s infancy and...
"My Internship at Tiffany's," by Julie Anderson--featured at "Writers on the Job."

“My Internship at Tiffany’s,” by Julie Anderson–featured at “Writers on the Job.”

“Who were these elegant ladies who brushed past me, perusing the display cases as casually as if they were shopping for dinner? At Christmas-time, these women wore fur coats and heels and somehow they just looked like money. My mother was beautiful, too, but even as a small child, I could tell the difference between her fake...
Share This Poem:  "Feminine Orders," by Annie Persons.

Share This Poem: “Feminine Orders,” by Annie Persons.

“inhale, exhale, gasp. … she runs from the room, comes back flushed and clutching a typed contract for me to sign, prone, bearing down on my stomach. I have not had sex for two months….”   BROAD STREET kicks off National Poetry Month with a tribute to the spaces where verse connects with things feminine, by new...
"Hands Chopping Air": on teaching ESL in Manhattan's Chinatown.  An essay by Rachel Aydt.

“Hands Chopping Air”: on teaching ESL in Manhattan’s Chinatown. An essay by Rachel Aydt.

In winter, the ubiquitous American elm trees are bare and the anemic playgrounds of these projects are empty; the concrete of the buildings appears heavy against the gray skies…. And yet, in these cold public spaces, the neighborhood rises into life each day as my son, Jamie, and I make our way to school. The...