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“Pandemic 1918,” by Susann Cokal.

“Pandemic 1918,” by Susann Cokal.

Historical perspective from a novel-in-manuscript called Influence. I have a little bird and its name is Enza. I opened up the window and in-flew-Enza! . Skipping rope at an athletics carnival, c. 1917. NOTE: The current pandemic has naturally made me think of a novel manuscript I completed recently, Influence, in which twin sisters Flora and...
Desperate times, new measures: Broad Street's Pandemonium Blog.

Desperate times, new measures: Broad Street’s Pandemonium Blog.

  We feel the need to do something. We make masks, we donate money, we protest and demonstrate … and still our spirits yearn for more. Solidarity and fellow-feeling, the companionship of … what we have, which is a computer screen, where most of us are glued all day and night. But there are people...
News: "Ghosts of the Walldogs," by Michael Griffith, was named Notable in this year's Best American Essays.

News: “Ghosts of the Walldogs,” by Michael Griffith, was named Notable in this year’s Best American Essays.

Congratulations to Michael Griffith! If you haven’t read his fantastic piece about advertising and the way it shapes us … and has made its mark on the architecture around Cincinnati … take a look now! Lavishly illustrated and part of Michael’s latest book, due out next year.   Read “Ghosts of the Walldogs” here. *...
“Bygones — begun on his father’s centenary,” a poem by Frederick Ramey.

“Bygones — begun on his father’s centenary,” a poem by Frederick Ramey.

“… ‘really’ may not matter now (when ruddy Truth isn’t true) if you see how little meaning means, see the way they mean you to …” —————- To enjoy this feature as a broadside, drag the images to your desktop–or read the plain text below. ———-   bygones — begun on his father’s centenary   One-hundredth anniversaries roll by...
[born], a poem by Frederick Ramey.

[born], a poem by Frederick Ramey.

Every morning, a choice. “… the clarion reach from the New World mist …” To save and enjoy this poem as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop. … [born] in the morning of the year we decide who is equal and who is not, the clarion reach from the New World mist, slave songs on...