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Online Exclusive: "Red Ferry, Blue Ferry," by Michael Fallon.

Online Exclusive: “Red Ferry, Blue Ferry,” by Michael Fallon.

In which the author triangulates Ireland before Google, cell phones, and GPS. “I thought myself pretty clever to have come up with what seemed a foolproof method … The islanders knew that their Ireland and mine were not the same place.” All the help you get. From AranIslands.le. (This feature is also available, in slightly different format, on...
Share This Poem: "Death Dance to the Stars (A Dream)," by Stuart Gunter.

Share This Poem: “Death Dance to the Stars (A Dream),” by Stuart Gunter.

“I am not meant to be here and I am dying on the way to my own funeral …” February weather may play tricks on us, and so (surprise!) can death. Your gift for the post-Valentine winding-down of our shortest month: this broadside featuring a remarkable poem by Stuart Gunter. Download to print the dance...
Online Exclusive: “Such a Beautiful Tomb,” by Charlotte Simmonds ... on looking out of the tomb, rather than into it.

Online Exclusive: “Such a Beautiful Tomb,” by Charlotte Simmonds … on looking out of the tomb, rather than into it.

“Even ifs have breath when empty tombs do not. Even ifs laugh or sob with me or tap me on the shoulder, as you do this minute now, my rational friend …” Telecoms box, Jerusalem, 2014. Photo by the author.   Such a Beautiful Tomb   One day someone told me a story. It was a story...
From Our Pages: “The Jersey in Me,” by Alan Cheuse.

From Our Pages: “The Jersey in Me,” by Alan Cheuse.

A bridge closes and a writer’s gorge rises. “I’ve learned from painful experience that the heat of Jersey anger never goes out, not when stoked by some unkind word or gesture from stranger or supposed friend. Or a traffic incident.” The bridge in question, which is the nation’s busiest. Read about the closing in the New...
Our Interview with Jeanette Winterson:  "It's Always Some Battle ..."

Our 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 saw them, you never expected...