Al Maginnes: The Skeleton Parade
Old legend whispers them, bent-backed, crook-kneed from the nest of their military graves in the low-ground cemetery by the river. They hobble a clacking cadence whose time no mortal can … Continue reading
Al Maginnes: Source
Out of sore feet, out of roadsides sooted with dusk, out of gravel, jeweled crumbs of shattered glass, out of the wide gesture of the hand toward heaven, out … Continue reading
Al Maginnes: The Book of Forgetting
By now she’s tired of stories spotlighting her early deeds, actions too endearing to be plotted, or the years before she came, blanks of time distant as fires in the … Continue reading
Al Maginnes: Creative Writing
Life isn’t like that, one student says, objecting to the end of Raymond Carver’s “Cathedral,” how it leaves the narrator, eyes closed, between his wife and her blind friend, everything … Continue reading