childhood
“Nothing Like a Pandemic,” by George Choundas.

“Nothing Like a Pandemic,” by George Choundas.

Chess, mooning, candy shopping: A kid grows up in family isolation. “It’s like losing a tennis match to someone who calls her racket a thingie.” Day X I teach Claire chess. She’s nine. After example moves, and a few trial runs, we play a full game. I don’t give 100%. I don’t roll over, either....
"Birth, School, Work, Death": Contents & Contributors for Summer/Fall 2019.

“Birth, School, Work, Death”: Contents & Contributors for Summer/Fall 2019.

We present our Summer/Fall 2019 issue–“Birth, School, Work, Death” … Four phases of life, with the beauty in the details. If you wish, you can go to the Table of Contents and Contributors’ Notes on Medium here: Contents. All of our features are published there, too. Here’s what you’ll find in this issue … All...
"After the Wake, Gramma Ruth Communes with Her Beloved," a poem by Ellen Kombiyil.

“After the Wake, Gramma Ruth Communes with Her Beloved,” a poem by Ellen Kombiyil.

“It didn’t flare like tissue or burn to ash but hovered many minutes …” To enjoy this feature as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop … or scroll down to read the poem in plain text. After the Wake, Gramma Ruth Communes with Her Beloved 1. “There in a jar, emptied of buttons — mama put a...
“Prologue” and “A Spectacle”: two poems by Heather Tourgee from "Birth, School, Work, Death."

“Prologue” and “A Spectacle”: two poems by Heather Tourgee from “Birth, School, Work, Death.”

“The world is not ending! The world is not ending!” To enjoy these features as broadsides, drag the images to your desktop. Or simply scroll down to read in plain text. These poems are also available, in slightly different format, on Medium. Prologue after Robert Burns I awake one night in April to the sounds and...
“Elegy for My Mother,” a poem by Ann Quinn.

“Elegy for My Mother,” a poem by Ann Quinn.

Life, death, transfiguration. “It was to be a good death, a clean death, a loving death …” — 1. October 11, 1970   I am in my first-grade classroom in Lexington Park, Maryland. The teacher has made a space capsule from a card table and blanket. Inside are two children picked to be astronauts, a boy...