Desperate times, new measures: Broad Street's 2020 Blog.

Desperate times, new measures: Broad Street’s 2020 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...
“Bottled,” a short film about grief by Christine Sloan Stoddard.

“Bottled,” a short film about grief by Christine Sloan Stoddard.

Mourning a great-uncle and a world before quarantine. “My real-life grief hadn’t vanished, but it felt lighter, more manageable. Then the shutdown hit …” To view the film, click here or on the link at the end of the artist’s statement. Artist’s Statement Sometimes art is an oracle. Two years after...
“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...
“Retail Therapy … Just Isn’t Anymore,” by Eleanor Herman.

“Retail Therapy … Just Isn’t Anymore,” by Eleanor Herman.

Returning to the mall in the age of Covid-19. “I mean, even if nobody sees me, I do have certain standards.” Back to the Tysons mall after four months away! I’ve always loved to look at clothing, shoes, and purses. To try skincare and makeup. I used to slip out...
“Waiting,” from the COVID journals of Patricia Smith.

“Waiting,” from the COVID journals of Patricia Smith.

On waiting — and moving forward — in a pandemic. “Experience tells me the world is not always a safe place, and yet — “ I know there should be a holiness in waiting. In learning to be still, to learn the lesson that we are not in control. This is, after all, what advent is...
Taking Down the Confederacy in Richmond, Virginia: On Civil War monuments, graffiti art, and protest. Photos by John Moser. 

Taking Down the Confederacy in Richmond, Virginia: On Civil War monuments, graffiti art, and protest. Photos by John Moser. 

 The BLM movement is writ large on the Civil War monuments of the Confederacy’s former capital. And now some controversial statues are being removed. “We Just Want Justice,” protesters and graffiti at the base of the Robert E. Lee statue. Broad Street’s home is in Richmond, Virginia, where Jefferson Davis once presided...
“Quarantine Dreams and Jacob’s Ladder”: from the studio of Amie Oliver.

“Quarantine Dreams and Jacob’s Ladder”: from the studio of Amie Oliver.

Painting her way through a pandemic. April 14, 2020 I am more grateful than ever to have the time and space in which to escape the current situation. The Art Lab in Richmond, Virginia, is the best medicine for me. Everything is as I leave it there. A continuum exists in...
From the COVID Journals of Lise Haines.

From the COVID Journals of Lise Haines.

On learning that she should sacrifice herself for the good of the public. pikrepo.com On the television this morning, an idea was floated with great sincerity. I could sacrifice myself for the public good. If anyone had to get sick or starve or die from a lack of oxygen, I was...
“No One Ever Waves Back,” by Joe Milan, Jr.

“No One Ever Waves Back,” by Joe Milan, Jr.

Walking a baby through a British wood and a pandemic. “It was a long, windy, and wet winter like all British winters, which are best described by inhabitants as ‘utter shit.’ These winters inspire people to emerge from their homes and risk the pandemic to feel this shock of spring...
"Epicenter," by Amira Pierce: New York empties out.

“Epicenter,” by Amira Pierce: New York empties out.

“Our New York is scraped raw and almost eerily still…” “Epicenter” is a word they’ve said, we’ve said, I’ve said, you’ve said. Before, I didn’t care but this time I wish we meant it was the fashion epicenter, the entertainment epicenter, the business epicenter. And people who aren’t here ask from...
“We Are Operating Blindly in Much of the Country,” by Leslie Hayes, MD.

“We Are Operating Blindly in Much of the Country,” by Leslie Hayes, MD.

In the first entry in Broad Street‘s new blog about the pandemic, a doctor explains problems in testing for COVID-19.   “Because physicians weren’t able to test these patients, most states missed noticing when the disease started to have community spread.”   https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/about/testing.html I belong to several groups of health care workers...
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“July Morning, 2020”: An Interlude with Michelle Cacho-Negrete.

“July Morning, 2020”: An Interlude with Michelle Cacho-Negrete.

Sometimes it might seem we’ll be okay after all. “… some little part of me prays that we can hold on to the beauty and love in the world before it’s all vanished …” July Morning, 2020 The Scarborough Marsh at six o’clock this morning, our daily bike ride’s preferred time, is peace incarnate. Yesterday’s thunderstorms cleared the...
“2001: Redux,” an essay by Lise Haines.

“2001: Redux,” an essay by Lise Haines.

The future will be seen through plates of glass. Did Arthur C. Clarke foresee a day when technology would become a replacement for touch and breath and intimacy across Planet Earth? I never wanted to meet HAL or his ghost. In 2001: A Space Odyssey, which came out in 1968, Dr. David Bowman murders the mainframe computer,...
"Everything’s Fine,” an essay by Bea Chang.

“Everything’s Fine,” an essay by Bea Chang.

31 paragraphs about quarantine and sports. “I figured that by the time I was ‘done,’ some semblance of normalcy would have resumed.” 1. Most of my friends were (are) athletes. After our college careers, they started to do long-distance running, signing up for 10K races and marathons. I did not. I coached basketball; I tended to...
[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...
“[sanctuary],” a poem by Frederick Ramey.

“[sanctuary],” a poem by Frederick Ramey.

On the church shootings in Texas, in a world where “normal” has been left behind. “It all seems so natural now we’ve gone straight through eloquence …” [sanctuary] There my hand was / veined purple / the skin like sand under clear water / spotted some / grey haired and twice ringed like my father’s / once...