“I Got Grown,” a memoir by Joe Milan, Jr.
A young man starts his working life where others’ lives end. “We worked well together. We hustled. We batched. We finished our tasks quickly, all the while head-banging to Alice in Chains or nodding to the Ray Brown Trio. I thought I’d finally found my stride.” Kachina doll class. Photograph by Chad Hunt. I Got Grown In the year...
“Aunt Milwee’s Balm,” a memoir by Chris Carbaugh.
A home remedy unites mourners after its maker’s death. “Milwee was certain that her uncle’s formula was a panacea for countless ailments, aches, and pains: ‘Just rub some on and expect a miracle to occur.’” Saint Mary Magdalene with ointment jar. Illuminated manuscript, c. 1470. There was a strange assortment of people observing the funeral of my aunt...
“A Couple In,” a poem by Jenny Gillespie Mason.
Love at the end. “the two pulses stayed, mixed up, so much brighter …” A Couple In —– —–I am one of the two who all those years did not find much to repel the mixing of our pulses —– They stayed not as one firm rhythm —– —– —– but together in fits like happily neglected green...
“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...
“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...
