January 2017
In this issue
Contents
Missile Crisis
An essay by Joshua Weinstein Our fate will not dare to reject us. This fact I know well, if we’re all blown to hell..
The Road to Tullahoma
“Go on now, nobody needs ya ‘round here.” groused Whitman as he spoke to the wind that rattled the length of a row of Beech..
Over and Over
I had recently graduated from college, where, as a matter of fact, I received an outstanding dissertation award. I met Lucila in an introductory stock..
All The King’s Men
The family came to visit the house one warm Sunday, early May, the April rain lingering in parks, on sidewalks, in the cloudy skies. The..
Hsi-Wei and The Twin Disasters
Note: The following is drawn from the Tang Minister Fang Xuan-ling’s account of his extensive conversations with the peasant/poet Chen Hsi-wei, whom he visited in..
Making Art
The studio was lit by December smog, you’d make tea make lunch make breathless moans, then you burned plastic paint to make statements about the..
Walk, After Lunch
A deer park, a duck lake, a fort— “It’s colder here, isn’t it?”— “Yes; we’ll walk fast, ok?” Distress clouds your eyes: “You should’ve got..