GENESIS • One hundred years ago, the most fearsome cultural critic in America was Edmund Wilson. Writing in 1931, Wilson noted in an essay that even though the Great Depression ravaged the country, “Americans still ...
Still Unsettled in the Promised Land by Thomas Larson
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August
The vacation rental was a few miles outside Healdsburg. The road to it—at first open, corrugated with grapevines—crested over a rise, and sank into a bowl overgrown with dead grass and bone-dry oaks. At ...
Airborne by Ryan McFadden
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Side A
The timing of our graduation with the writer’s strike meant that there was a hiring freeze, and this was not news for writers entering the industry that summer. At least Obama was running for his first term ...
The Swallowing Puzzle by Allen Landver
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I. Constitution
When I was ten, when we were happy, still a family all together on Glenn Road, I began a plastic model of the USS Constitution on my little desk. The hull rose from the keel; masts were erected; the ...
Mending What’s Broken by David Sapp
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I.
I am peering into Pacific tide pools with my five-year-old son. Farther off shore, jet black cormorants dry their wings on rocks that sustain the constant orchestra of crashing waves. At our feet, lesser movements ...
Intermezzos Along the Road Home by Kathryn Petruccelli
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Evan Williams is a Chicago-based writer working at the intersection of surrealism and gender performance. They are currently at work on a memoir about the masculine experience of anorexia. ...
A Spell by Evan Williams
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It is not the last time, but it is one of the times. Candy wrappers strewn by the hills of my grandfather’s feet beneath knit hospital blankets. In a few years an infection will cost him one of his toes, but that is ...
We Keep My Grandfather In A Box by Theresa Buchta
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I am twelve, and I am running. I am running because it is all I know how to do anymore. I am running down the dark street in a towel, my bare feet slosh and slip in the slush and snow, wet hair frozen, running from you. ...
A Running, a Retching, a Reaching by Courtney Elizabeth Young
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My earliest, and most indelible, memory of hip-hop’s magnetic pull on my attention dates back to childhood, circa 1983-84 or so, when my brother’s breaking crew, the Royal Rockers, battled for preeminence in the ...
The Search for the Tao in Hip-Hop by Alejandro Nava
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