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Family Laundry: “What Came Between a Woman and Her Duties,” by Luanne Castle.

Family Laundry: “What Came Between a Woman and Her Duties,” by Luanne Castle.

“In the past, Mrs. Culver has been aided and abetted by her female friends in the art of painting …” Jennie DeKorn Culver, the author’s great-great-aunt, lived c. 1861–1947. BROAD STREET presents the second installment of a series tracing Luanne Castle’s ancestry in poems and short prose — with photographs, newspaper clippings, and other source materials: the small...
Family Laundry: “More Burials,” by Luanne Castle.

Family Laundry: “More Burials,” by Luanne Castle.

“Far from the cemetery here in Zwammerdam, far from the hole they have already begun to dig …” A Dutch orphan survives abuse, emigrates to America, and dies of malaria while fighting in Cuba–all within twenty-one years. This third installment of the “Family Laundry” series sees Luanne Castle imagining a mother, long deceased, writing her son’s...
Family Laundry: “An Account of a Poor Oil Stove Bought off Dutch Pete,” by Luanne Castle.

Family Laundry: “An Account of a Poor Oil Stove Bought off Dutch Pete,” by Luanne Castle.

“She and the fire column in movement, she forward. It spins upward a hallucinatory dance…” BROAD STREET presents the first installment of a series tracing Luanne Castle’s ancestry in poems and short prose — with photographs, newspaper clippings, and other source materials: the small things from which Luanne has pieced together family history.The poem itself can be...
From Our Pages: "The River My Father Promised, a quest through fifty countries." By Bea Chang.

From Our Pages: “The River My Father Promised, a quest through fifty countries.” By Bea Chang.

  “I came home and I left, again and again, each time reminded of the sadness and disappointment of my own upbringing, the terrible lack of stories.”   For Bea Chang, who contributed the memoir “The River My Father Promised” to our “Maps & Legends” print issue, life is — literally — a journey. At the time she wrote...
Share This Poem: "13 Months," by Lea Marshall.

Share This Poem: “13 Months,” by Lea Marshall.

“I bear the awful lightness of her small body, her pale straight nape …”   13 MONTHS She is strapped to me and we chant in rhythm with my steps as we walk. On a windy day we swing our arms out to feel it, and she laughs and calls her sound for wind. Her fine hair...