Adieu, and Be Well ... Broad Street is now closed.

Adieu, and Be Well … Broad Street is now closed.

One last time, and forever, we thank all of our contributors, our readers, our boards, and our editorial staff over the last almost-decade. We had a great run and published so much of which we are deeply proud. We started laying plans in 2011 with a dream and a shoestring...
“You Want Me to Be Happy About Dying” — an essay by Ramona Grigg.

“You Want Me to Be Happy About Dying” — an essay by Ramona Grigg.

Reflections on life, afterlife, and the reality of the dark, dark passage. “Nothing in my life will be erased after I die.” Photo by the author. To most of you out there, I’m old. I’m so old, odds are I’ll probably die soon. You can think on that for a few seconds and move...
“The Politics of Art, 2020”: Our interview with Alexandra Blum, mixed-media artist.

“The Politics of Art, 2020”: Our interview with Alexandra Blum, mixed-media artist.

A pandemic and other global breakdowns inspire a visual journal of diverse styles and influences. “I think for me what is interesting about this series of work is the diversity of voices within myself.” “Vitriol.” Editors’ Note: Alexandra (Ali) Blum is a California-based artist who draws on influences from around the...
Taking Down the Confederacy in Richmond, Virginia: On Civil War monuments, graffiti art, and protest. Photos by John Moser. 

Taking Down the Confederacy in Richmond, Virginia: On Civil War monuments, graffiti art, and protest. Photos by John Moser. 

 The BLM movement is writ large on the Civil War monuments of the Confederacy’s former capital. And now some controversial statues are being removed. “We Just Want Justice,” protesters and graffiti at the base of the Robert E. Lee statue. Broad Street’s home is in Richmond, Virginia, where Jefferson Davis once presided...
From the COVID Journals of Lise Haines.

From the COVID Journals of Lise Haines.

On learning that she should sacrifice herself for the good of the public. pikrepo.com On the television this morning, an idea was floated with great sincerity. I could sacrifice myself for the public good. If anyone had to get sick or starve or die from a lack of oxygen, I was...
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"Work: Savannah Roots," a poem by Ron Smith.

“Work: Savannah Roots,” a poem by Ron Smith.

Breaking through the Southern heat. “… we never lifted our eyes from the depths till the boss man said Lunch and the world came back …” To enjoy this feature as a broadside, drag the image below to your desktop. Or scroll down to read in plain text. Work: Savannah Roots                ...
“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...
“Passing Through,” an essay by Lise Funderburg.

“Passing Through,” an essay by Lise Funderburg.

Identity among the thrift-store racks. “Some days this room seems like a testament to folly and wastefulness. Other days, this day, it speaks of people just trying to live their lives.” Courtesy of Whosoever Gospel Mission. – “Passing Through” I was making my rounds the other day, practicing the heart-gladdening, soul-soothing, work-avoiding art of thrift-shopping. I’ve thrifted almost...
“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...