Category: Prose

Three Houses

By | Nola Garrett, Prose

For my birthday last month, my brother, Jerry, and his wife, Lisa, gave me a small acrylic painting they had bought a short walk from their home in Kensington, MD, at my favorite store, The Society for the Prevention of Blindness Thrift Shoppe.  They explained that they chose it because of the huge rough frame …

Book Review: Blackbird by Caitlin Galway

By | Book Review, Prose

Blackbird by Caitlin Galway Aqueous Books, 2013 $14.00 Blackbird, the debut novel from Toronto-based author Caitlin Galway, is a complex work that displays the writer’s unique and fresh voice. In the book, Galway explores the dark corners of a young girl’s mind, Gwyneth Avery, as she tries to make sense of her world and the …

A New Left?

By | John Samuel Tieman, Prose

I asked a buddy, a fellow social science teacher, his opinion about joining a third party. “Is there a reason for joining any party?” I’m not quite that skeptical, but I get it. I generally vote Democrat, but, were I a card carrying member, I’d resign. Folks call Barrack Obama “a socialist.” I want to …

Book Review: Little Heretic by Gerry LaFemina

By | Book Review, Dakota Garilli, Poetics, Prose

Little Heretic Poems by Gerry LaFemina Stephen F. Austin State University Press, 2014 $18.00   Oh how desire can make us feel/ like gods and beasts both… —“Papyrus” I think it’s generally true that good poetry is born of obsession: an unavoidable exploration of those subjects, people, and memories that we writers can’t turn away …

Dance Review: being Here…/this time
by Marjani Forté

By | Adrienne Totino, Prose, Reviews: Performing Arts

New York choreographer, Marjani Forté, brought the newest version of her three-year work to the Alloy Studios Friday night. Being Here…/this time investigated mental illness, addiction, and poverty in America. Forté was initially inspired by an experience she had on the subway train with a “symptomatic” woman in crisis. That led her to various conversations …

Erecting Stones, Part Five

By | Patricia Jabbeh Wesley, Prose

Outside my once destroyed home, my son continues to carve away the trees I planted in my younger days when he was only a toddler. He’s clearing some to make room for light. He’s attempting to smooth the rugged ground, to build a fence, to renovate our war-damaged home. Maybe he will succeed, I think …

Erecting Stones, Part Four

By | Prose

A week later, I’m sitting at the wedding of a young couple in Paynesville. There is hope. The young are still getting married. Flowers everywhere, the bride is late as always in Liberia. Before arriving at the church, some of us closest to the family, gather at the home where the bride is being readied …

Erecting Stones, Part Three

By | Prose

This evening, March 31, three months into my stay, my brother, Norris, and I are at the John F. Kennedy Memorial Hospital, not to visit a sick relative, but to arrange medical care for our sister in-law who is dying. I’m scared that she will die if we don’t help. She’s been ill so long …