“Midge’s Bite,” a memoir by Donna Lynn Marsh. Art by Gale Rothstein.
Childhood fears swell into adult insecurities. A rulebook. “There is something attractive in the intense itch, something satisfying in the scratching that I cannot resist. I know this makes it worse, makes it last longer, but sometimes, I can’t stop, can’t help it.” Gale Rothstein, “She Dreams of Her Disappointing LIfe that MIght Have Been, Then...
“The War Dead in France,” a poem by Julian Green.
Grief seeps forward. “… cured now, lifting up where their prior state refused …” Enjoy this poem as a broadside by dragging the image to your desktop to read or print — or scroll down to read in plain text. The War Dead in France – Perhaps what’s left of all those young dead, ghosts, finds lost time as a...
![“I [Hard-Clenched Knuckle-Forward Fist] New York,” an essay by George Choundas.](https://broadstreetonline.org/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/1mTkj-jwXgTIFGSiJaeZE1Q-290x290.png "“I [Hard-Clenched Knuckle-Forward Fist] New York,” an essay by George Choundas.")
“I [Hard-Clenched Knuckle-Forward Fist] New York,” an essay by George Choundas.
Working the streets. “When his mouth stills, Prophet fixes Boy with a glare …” This city is full of fights. * * * There is the man across the sidewalk from the East 86th Street Cinemas. He sells cheap wallets and phone cases and handbags. Early fifties, paunchy, shirt untucked. His beard is fitful. It’s had...
“The Archaeology of Desire”: a portfolio by Gale Rothstein.
“Where are we? Who is here with us? How big or small are we? Are we awake or dreaming?” This feature is also available, in slightly different format, on Medium. – – Editors’ Note Gale Rothstein’s work embraces dualisms in a conflicted environment: impermanence and reinvention, loss and hope. She unearths, cuts apart, and reassembles...
“The First Cry,” a memoir by Marjorie Pryse.
Birth, separation, symbiosis. “No one knows what actually triggers the onset of labor — the moment when at least the mother becomes conscious that her infant might begin to have a life that she cannot predict or even necessarily share.” Photograph by Chad Hunt. Art by Isadora Hunt. 0 This feature is also available, in...
