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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Dream Architecture:  Big Houses

Dream Architecture: Big Houses

Prose poem by Judith Serin, art by Masami Inoue.   I often dream of houses so big I must explore them. I discover boxes of old treasures, toys in a small room downstairs, a high balcony near the ceiling circled with statues and trunks of shiny dresses. Often they incorporate parts of my childhood house...
Weekend Reading:  The Man Who Would Be Jaguar

Weekend Reading: The Man Who Would Be Jaguar

Curious about what’s happened in the rain forest since the last time we heard from Glenn Shepard, intrepid author of “Agony and Ecstasy in the Amazon” from our “Bedeviled” issue?  He wrote for us about hard tobacco, ayahuasca, and new planes of experience.  He’s gone even further in this fascinating article by Emma Marris from National...

Dream Architecture: Outside/In

Dream Architecture: Outside/In Part 4 of the Dream Geographies collaboration between poet Judith Serin and visual artist Masami Inoue.          Herbert and I are in a large room, sleeping in separate beds. A weed with prickly leaves and purple yarrow-like flowers grows next to the foot of mine. I’m afraid the prickles...
Share This Poem: "Pretty Moon" By Lisa Dordal

Share This Poem: “Pretty Moon” By Lisa Dordal

Pretty moon, everyone said. Before the noise, before the fire. Two cars and the cornfields idle… From time to time, we re-present work that has been first been published elsewhere.  This  heartrending poem about nature’s imperviousness to human sorrow is worth more than one reading, and we are pleased to feature it as a Web extra…....
Dream Architecture:  New Views

Dream Architecture: New Views

Part 3 of the Dream Geographies collaboration between poet Judith Serin and artist Masami Inoue.   My husband–an unfamiliar dream husband—has bought us a large white stucco house.  At first I think it’s dull.  But outside along a wall of round dark stones I discover a path to a beach.  There’s hardly any sand—perhaps the tide is high—and people...