Sydney Lea: Black Marks
On this Sunday morning at the end of November, I’ve been walking the Snake Road, its tar still dry; our winter is predicted to be warm this year.
Frank Lehner: Mrs. Nussbaum’s Monkey
Pops never said much, but there he was in his T-shirt and loose boxers telling Jessers about the Easter Tuesday night he lost his mother and taking the streetcar to go to work because there was nothing to do until the next day, and the plant owner only gave two days off for deaths.
Jim Daniels: Garbage Picking in the Nice Neighborhoods
On Wednesday nights, my brothers and I sometimes hiked a mile or so north further from Detroit, into the stretched world of Bigger—bigger lawns, cars, houses. Some neighborhoods even had … Continue reading
William Trowbridge: Gun Crazy, 1955
My father, despite the possibility of a court martial, plus a ban against shipping firearms from overseas, managed to get his service pistol and an assortment of souvenir German firearms shipped to our home in his Army foot locker
Mike Vargo: Getting Smart About Education
In each life, hovering behind the facade or maybe in plain sight, something important may await discovery, something that words can only approximate.
Matthew Carey Salyer: Carrier
Catholicschoolboys
fret as I once did like dappled stones
in their own fists. Scuffed wingtips. My ilk.
Daniel Lawless: Family Photographs: My Brother, Solar Eclipse, 1965
At three o’clock to feel yourself disappear inside yourself —
To cast no shadow.
James Wright: A Note Left in Jimmy Leonard’s Shack
Near the dry river’s water-mark we found
Your brother Minnegan,
Flopped like a fish against the muddy ground.
Paul Christensen: Pomegranates in Winter
Snow reminds me of the chalky blackboards of my childhood, the ones I was required to wash with a fat sponge and a bucket of water. A nun would occasionally check up on me to see that my labors were done in earnest.
Paul Christensen: The Life of the Accused
I admired his courage, his tenacity, the strange will power some kids possess before they grow old enough to know real danger.
Baron Wormser: Lives of the Heroes
When I was a boy, around the ages of nine and ten, I read dozens of biographies. I can still see the books.
Video: Durango
Durango follows Aaron and TJ through aimless days spent diving from cliffs, lighting fireworks and chatting about girls, as the siblings’ uncertain future lingers in the background.
Video: Fauve
Set in a surface mine, two boys sink into a seemingly innocent power game with Mother Nature as the sole observer.
