Poetry
… The Week Before She Died I dream us young, again, mother and daughter back on … covert behind his almond eyes. With three regal strides he commands our gaze, pronounces the red brocade robe his, … The Week Before She Died …
Poetry
… Big Bird Died for Your Sins Barry was six-foot-six, fifteen like … dreaming drunk. A crowd kept vigil on the beach. His compañero the catcher dove and dove again between the fins … from a cooler, I said: When my father told me Clemente died, there were tears in his eyes. No one said anything, …
The Modern Novel: A Catholic Point of View By Sean O'Faolain …
Criticism
… Week’s Highlights: “I Award You No Points” Read In Tablet, VQR contributor Adam Kirsch … “War Dances,” the titular story from Sherman Alexie’s forthcoming book. Funny, humane, sad, structurally interesting, … in her country during World War II, and her work brings audience members and a judge to tears. The words at the end of …
… a while perhaps: “Nervous?” For the rest of us it had become a matter not so much of pride as of simple stubbornness … some remark about the incidents, was apt as well to take up comments others made about his driving. We were pretty … transportation. Even driving around without specific goals, there was at least the possibility of coming upon one. …
Hiking Toward Laughing Gull Point Once I saw a gull catch a line in mid-air. Climbing until the slack ran out, it snapped back like a white feather on the end of a whip and fell into the sea. We’ve all swallowed a line or two, a real estate deal, some bad …