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Issue 3.2, “Rivals & Players,” is LIVE: Sample the Contents here now.
Issue 3.2, “Rivals & Players,” is live: Sample the Contents here. Presenting words and images from our Winter 2019 issue--all online and completely free to read. Do we play the game, or does the game play us? What do we see when we spin Fortune’s wheel? Who’s watching, anyway? And when are they coming for us? In...
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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...
Share This Poem: “Goshen Pass: Devil’s Kitchen,” by J. Ross Peters.
BROAD STREET invites to you to a long-ago swimming hole, before a terrible accident and a devastating flood, during an era when girls still drank Tab. To enjoy “Goshen Pass” as a broadside, click and drag to your desktop. Or scroll down to read the poem in plain text. J. Ross Peters Goshen...
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...
