“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...
“Assisted Hatching,” an essay by Christine Caulfield.
The complicated quest to conceive. “To be barren was like having leprosy …” Image by Matthew Henry. We used to joke about being barren. Before we started trying to have a baby, when we were just talking about it, my partner and I would see in everything signs that I was barren and laugh. To be barren...
“Film School Follies,” a memoir by Michael Hess. From “Birth, School, Work, Death.”
Portrait of the author as a young auteur. “We had arrived with vision. Golden children with artistic streaks. Golden children with talent and means, certainly, and cocky attitudes. Auteurs.” The author as student director, c. 1990. Photo by Anna Copeland Wheatley. 1. At what tragic point did we begin to think that film school might not...
“I Got Grown,” a memoir by Joe Milan, Jr.
A young man starts his working life where others’ lives end. “We worked well together. We hustled. We batched. We finished our tasks quickly, all the while head-banging to Alice in Chains or nodding to the Ray Brown Trio. I thought I’d finally found my stride.” Kachina doll class. Photograph by Chad Hunt. I Got Grown In the year...
“Animation,” a poem by Kari Wergeland. Time blooms in the garden.
“It hovers, this hint of perfection …” – –Enjoy this poem as a broadside by dragging it to your desktop, or scroll down to read it in plain text. This feature is also available, in slightly different format, on Medium. k Animation – This morning a fried egg appeared in the backyard, a startling yellow ball...
