My Grandfather in Green
By Poetry Issue 100
Did you put him
on the canvas to get one more Jew out
of harm’s way?
We Lift Each Other into Light: Painting, Music, and Poetry in Conversation
By Essay Issue 100
I was warned by teachers and fellow artists against allowing my work to be influenced by others. But I have never really been convinced by the notion of being original.
Read MoreQuick, What’s the German Word for “Friendship-Sickness”?
By Essay Issue 100
I would like for Louise Glück to be my friend. This is a recent problem
Read MoreOpen, Empty Hands
By Essay Issue 100
In a passing moment at the door, Merrill captures a truth about the influence of friendship. Through the unaware examples of others, we recognize values we have been searching for in ourselves—edges or shades of the person we might become.
Read MoreAnonymous in the Rain
By Poetry Issue 100
First we cry.
Then the tears turn to stone.
Then we remember just one thing:
The death of a son.
Four Sonnets for Monica Hand
By Poetry Issue 100
The nurses took off the sterile white net,
tied your hair back from your beautiful face,
and detached the machines to let you die.
A.E. Stallings and Adrianne Kalfopoulou in Conversation
By Interview Issue 100
People need more than just practical support, but things to feed the soul, to brighten the gray of limbo and the toxic boredom of being in between one life and the next.
Read MoreA Friendship Unravels: Tolkien and Lewis on Stage
By Essay Issue 100
Through eight drafts over six years, John was my cheerleader. With each new revision, he would tell me how the play had grown, how a character had been fleshed out, how the story was becoming clearer, how I’d finally solved a certain scene. The acerbic John of early days was gone; he was my advocate, my encourager. My Samwise.
Read MoreLetters to Hillary
By Essay Issue 100
I ask her about all things millennial, and she tells me how to take decent selfies, how Tinder works, explains online etiquette and edibles, Venmo and UberPool. She asks me what it’s like to have a kids and a husband, to be “settled.”
Read MoreProof, Matter, Stars
By Essay Issue 100
I know you don’t believe in God, which is only strange to me because you feel like proof.
Read More