STORY OF THE WEEK

Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl

What a disgrace to a city calling itself free, that inhabitants, guiltless of offence, should be condemned to live in such incessant fear.

POEM OF THE WEEK

Muybridge’s Horse
in Motion

After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her legs withdrawn, a diamond shape. This is called suspension.

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FICTION

Fame

In the glass he saw his hound’s eyes, his round, sad face and narrow beard. For the King of Broadway, he thought, you still look like a failure.

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

FEATURES

FICTION

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

Two Poems

Ocean, don’t be afraid. The end of the road is so far ahead it is already behind us. Don’t worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets.

FEATURES

Robert Stone and Kate Chopin

We went in search of the missing pages from Children of Light and found them in an archive of Stone’s papers.

FICTION

Gethsemani

No one in town would take him for a Trappist monk with vows of chastity, just as, in the abbey, no one took him for a lapsed bohemian who played jazz records and danced naked.

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NONFICTION

iPOEMS

NONFICTION

Saving Planet Earth

Our subscribers tended to be fervent activists, hardcore eco-warriors in the mode of Edward Abbey’s Monkey Wrench Gang, or delicate souls who ate no meat.

NONFICTION

Christian Soldiers

A tough cookie, this warrior-priest, who talked about his eleven-plus years in prisons the way scholars talk about graduate school.

iPOEMS

In Defense of Ballin’ on a Budget

Damn, Will—they’ve got you sounding mighty Uncle Phil in these streets. Like the still calling the Ketel One cheap.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Two Girls Bathing and Other Poems

Carol points to a spot on my back. I resist the urge to hide my breasts. She wears her nakedness like it has been woven from air.

POETRY

Praying Naked and Other Poems

It wasn’t guilt I felt. Maybe it was loneliness. Maybe it was my own desire to be desired, since, if a man wants me, I know I have at least a little worth left.

POETRY

The Land of
Five Rivers

In Urdu, the clock tower is called Ghanta Ghar, meaning Hour House, which sounds just like our house. However, nothing of it is ours.

POETRY

POETRY

CARTOONS

POETRY

Ruth Stone Explains the Book of the Dead to Sylvia Plath

I did what I could to hush the knot and rope, the truth of gravity. There are not enough idiomatic expressions to converse flawlessly with the dead.

POETRY

On Seeing Damien Hirst’s “Kingdom of the Father”

The butterflies hang grotesque: House paint obscures the edges, black paint licking down their iridescent fur.

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2017-05

New art and humor from Curtis Edwards, Rina Piccolo, Julia Suits, P. C. Vey, and Kim Warp.