Elizabeth Hazen: Snapshots

Elizabeth Hazen: Snapshots

The earth tallies our losses: abacusof ancient bone emerges out of rock, layers of snow compress deep in glacial lakes:blank blue ledger, millennia of falling.Even now fault-lines fracture canyons, gougeslike scores in a bed-post. So much passageis documentation, our...
Edward Field: Getting Used to It

Edward Field: Getting Used to It

my new face, for one. But what a relief not to have to bethe pretty one any more,begging for love,and to have this ravaged mug,the man of experience, the worldlyno-shit look, and with it,even a pot belly.though I’ll admit that with a pot bellyit’s better...
Ann Marie Brozozowski

Ann Marie Brozozowski

Want I’ve been thinking and writing about how womenare coached—cajoled, shamed, guilted—into practicing gratitude asyet one more desirable character trait for the fairer sex. (Read: as yetanother way of telling us to sit down).An entire industry has made a business of...
Pamela Gullard

Pamela Gullard

One Small Death Before the Plague Gerry was a ringer. He played for whatever tennis club on the peninsula would have him for the season. At age forty-one he was at the lower rung of the 40+ league, faster than the huffing guys a decade older and still hitting a good,...