Share This Poem: “Archeology,” by Jill Dery.
“Late at night we’d waken— someone hooting, scotch glass clinking, hi fi needle at the end and rasping.” Welcome to a cocktail party hosted by poet Jill Dery’s parents, circa 1960. You can print out the broadside here–or scroll down to see the poem in plain format. May the spirit of Sinatra smile upon...
Holiday Reading: “Dancing in Their Heads,” on The Nutcracker and the production of girlhood. By Gregory Weatherford.
Chances are that the next weeks will bring a bit of Nutcracker into your life. We offer some perspective with Gregory Weatherford’s article about a troupe of ballerinas on the cusp of womanhood, competing for roles in the famous ballet about the hard-jawed hero. By Greg Weatherford. Most of the ballerinas are girls between the ages of...
Contributor news: On the *Notable* Bea Chang and the river her father promised.
“They were river boys, he likes to say, and they grew up into mountain men. In college, they sneaked past anti-Communist guardposts by the pale gray of dawn to backpack into the mountain range that stretches down the heart of Taiwan.” We’re pleased to see that Bea Chang’s “The River My Father Promised” has...