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“Ghosts of the Walldogs”: What fading advertisements tell us about ourselves. An essay by Michael Griffith.
” The public square could be a riotous free-for-all for those with businesses, events, or ideas to publicize …” A ghost to be identified below. Ghosts of the Walldogs What fading advertisements tell us about ourselves. From our Winter 2019 issue, “Rivals & Players.” By Michael Griffith * These days, when advertisers talk about competing for eyeballs in “the...
From Our Pages: “To Fill a Room with ‘Nobody’” — Sara Talpos puts Emily Dickinson and mitochondria under the microscope.
“To Fill a Room with ‘Nobody’” Emily Dickinson and mitochondria go under the microscope in this Pushcart-nominated essay from our “Small Things, Partial Cures” issue of 2018. “Mitochondria, the tiny products of endosymbiosis, made it possible for Emily Dickinson to write over 1,700 poems and for Charles Darwin to climb 4,000 feet into the Andean...
“A Special Spirit”: Angeles Gonzalez reproduces Charles Rennie Mackintosh’s work in miniature.
“An artist or creator expresses a feeling through the work…. An artist pleases himself. If the work pleases you too, perfect!” Detail of a finely detailed replica washstand, around five inches high. When we discovered Angeles Gonzalez’s exquisitely detailed miniature furniture, we were immediately hooked. From flamboyant piano to elegantly practical washstand, these pieces are...
Spotlight Interview: A. W. Barnes, memoirist.
Andrew (A. W.) Barnes’s book of essays, The Dark Eclipse: Reflections on Suicide and Absence, debuts with Bucknell University Press on December 14, 2018. It includes “Familial Bodies,” published in Broad Street’s online iteration. The publisher describes The Dark Eclipse as “personal essays in which A. W. Barnes seeks to come to terms with the...
“Familial Bodies,” on a brother’s suicide and a father’s scorn. Memoir by A. W. Barnes.
A father’s harsh words about a gay son’s suicide echo down the decades. A Broad Street online exclusive. “Anyone who lives this way deserves to die this way,” he said, looking directly at me … One day in October 1993, I met my parents at the Medical Examiner’s office on 30th Street and First Avenue...
