In the early 1950s I worked summers as a part of a team of 4 high school football players bucking bales of alfalfa hay for a local rancher in Southeast Kansas. We moved over 1,000 bales from his hay meadow to the loft in his barn each cutting.
(Being an anonymous manuscript that arrived in the mail)
Lynne Sharon Schwartz begins her new novel, A Stranger Comes To Town, with Tolstoy’s maxim about plot: “All great literature is one of two stories: a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town.”
They knew something about pleasure, too,
those painters—how well they understood
it may be compounded
of the simplest elements, the merest trace
of water or light.
Without this history, students may see Black thinkers as footnotes rather than world-historical contributors.
among the rocks
at walnut grove
your silence drumming
in my bones,
tell me your names
In a world of a million voices reeling at the same time for space, for the slightest increase of volume, these women wake us up with their whispering determination.
There were no legal protections against the rape of enslaved Black women or enslaved Black men.
A punishment for the arrogance of thinking my mission in life was to explain things to people.
‘All I did was look around at the problems we’re neglecting now and give them about 30 years to grow into full-fledged disasters.’
Jianqing Zheng long ago established himself as one of the most thrilling and gifted writers of haibun and tanka prose.
A light quaked on earth, because when the waitress
gasped and blushed, we gasped and blushed,
sitting in the plush dark aisles to our interiors.
Stern’s poems are deceptively simple. He writes in a language completely devoid of pretense and yet dignified with the elegance of profound meditation.
He was torn apart by dogs
set loose by playwrights, jealous that the gods
gave him more talent