Tracing Life Lines and Mending Heart Strings
Tracy Rundstrom Tracing Life Lines and Mending Heart Strings The sounds of the kitchen wake me up. Water running. Dishes being put away. Or maybe a knife being pulled out. I tense up, terrified she is following through with the…
On the Fallen Caryatid
Annee Lyons On the Fallen Caryatid CARYATID (n.) – a female figure serving as a column, bearing weight where a pillar might stand. Rodin’s fallen caryatid is still holding her stone. She’s crumpled beneath it, but she hasn’t let…
Forbidden
Sue Eisenfeld Forbidden On the corner of Zion and Hanley Roads in a village called Market Shop in Saint George Gingerland Parish on the Caribbean island of Nevis lies the Gingerland Public Cemetery. It’s a small spread of above-ground horizontal…
The Too-Tidy Frame: James by Percival Everett
Book Review The Too-Tidy Frame: James, by Percival Everett There is a lie that structures every level of our discourse and which, manifested now by bite-sized bullet points, reflects the all-too-“tidy” frame that Percival Everett, in his novel, James, aims…
To Teach, To Touch
Amy Wise Rothschild To Teach, To Touch The real reason I became a preschool teacher was/wasn’t that I had longed for a younger sibling—someone to care for, or else, someone even smaller than me, to absorb the family pain.…
