childhood
"83rd St. North Notebook," a poem by Ann Quinn.

“83rd St. North Notebook,” a poem by Ann Quinn.

A visit to a childhood landscape. “The appliances immortal, the furniture arranged in 1946 …” To enjoy this poem as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop. Or simply scroll down to reach the plain-text version. Featured image: Jonathan Machen: Living Room, Los Alamos, New Mexico. Pen-and-ink with digitized color.   – 83rd St. Notebook –...
“Hide & Seek,” a poem by Carol Matos. A child is a galaxy.

“Hide & Seek,” a poem by Carol Matos. A child is a galaxy.

“I follow your trail, the scent of morning dreams sliding into awake …” This feature is available, in slightly different format, on Medium. To enjoy this poem as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop and print or expand it. Or just scroll down and read it as plain text. sk k Hide & Seek – From...
“Parenting in the Negative,” an essay by Will Stockton. On deficits in the adoption of an older child.

“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.

“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...
“Don’t Know Much About the French I Took,” a poem by Ron Smith.

“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...