The Will
By Essay Issue 110
In my family, as in others, it was money that finally broke us apart. The brother who was out—my uncle—was now in; the brother who was in—my father—was now out. An old story, set now in southeast Georgia: Lear in the Low Country, the prodigal son come home to the provinces.
Read MoreI’d Have Two Gorgeous Bishops
By Poetry Issue 110
I am soothing; on an empty leash, eyes / cease to be sexy.
Read MoreAt the Shore
By Poetry Issue 110
I begin with the soul, that escape / artist, that meme.
Read MoreThe Drowned Man
By Poetry Issue 110
When Moses led / the senseless run toward the waters, I pulled / the reins to slow my horses. But then the sea / diverged itself into two walls and stood / as if held by glass.
Read MoreGeneral/Singular
By Poetry Issue 110
The trees of evening are filled, a sieve of leaves and small birds, the resident choir offering an evening orison of twitter. But look! high on the power line a singular sentinel robin conducts the evening’s benediction of western light glittering across the bay, between the islands, all the way to Canada. Luci…
Read MoreSeptember
By Poetry Issue 110
Summer already fading, out of the question. Light / arrives at an oblique angle. Scatters of rain. Yet here / we are, alive and attentive
Read MoreWhen We Say It’s the Little Things
By Poetry Issue 110
It’s the taste of that first sip / of coffee, rich and strong, the Mr. Coffee cup warmer / on your desk. It’s having the right pen.
Read MoreNot So Much an End as an Entangling
By Poetry Issue 110
And then the angel pulled, just slightly, / on one of the threads / composing the linen / the painter had tacked to his stretcher.
Read MoreCurator’s Corner
By Visual Art Issue 110
Lasting images go beyond the simple act of documenting a moment by demanding a response from the viewer. The viewer reacts at a much deeper level, like we do to smell, but with the eyes.
Read MoreRelational Cartography: Photographing the Landscape of Redlining
By Visual Art Issue 110
We get the crap… If you get white people over here, then they’ll start making the produce look worthy… It shouldn’t be like that. This is our city… We care just as much about our kids, just as much as the white people out there in Williamsville, Amherst, and other surrounding areas… Why can’t our kids see the same things?
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