“Work: Savannah Roots,” a poem by Ron Smith.
Breaking through the Southern heat. “… we never lifted our eyes from the depths till the boss man said Lunch and the world came back …” To enjoy this feature as a broadside, drag the image below to your desktop. Or scroll down to read in plain text. Work: Savannah Roots ...
“Parenting in the Negative,” an essay by Will Stockton. On deficits in the adoption of an older child.
“David said that he hated school, which meant teachers and other students: ‘They get me in trouble.’ Home-schooling would allow him to spend more time with us, he said.” Photograph by Chad Hunt. 2019. – This feature is available, in slightly different format, on Medium. – Parenting in the Negative Deficits in the adoption of...
“Minor Calamity,” a prose poem by Marya Hornbacher.
Childhood fears take a global stage. “a sudden calamitous void …” An HH-53 Huskie, a specialized helicopter designed for search and rescue, of the 40th Aerospace Rescue and Recovery Squadron as seen from the gunner’s position, in Vietnam, October 1972. U.S. Air Force photo by Ken Hackman. – Minor Calamity – even then so far back i cannot remember...
“Passing Through,” an essay by Lise Funderburg.
Identity among the thrift-store racks. “Some days this room seems like a testament to folly and wastefulness. Other days, this day, it speaks of people just trying to live their lives.” Courtesy of Whosoever Gospel Mission. – “Passing Through” I was making my rounds the other day, practicing the heart-gladdening, soul-soothing, work-avoiding art of thrift-shopping. I’ve thrifted almost...
“Don’t Know Much About the French I Took,” a poem by Ron Smith.
High school lessons in perspective. “I remember ‘Fermez la bouche,’ not, I think, ever directed at me …” To enjoy this feature as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop–or scroll down to read it in plain text. This poem is also available, in slightly different format, on Medium. 0 Don’t Know Much About the...
